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letra de fresh 2 death - odprophet

[intro: odprophet]
hahahaha! yeah!
hahahaha! yeah!
hahahaha! haha! uhh! uhh!

[verse 1: odprophet]
this sh-t is hard as rigor mortis, rotten like a corpse is
word to mama’s baby orphan barely peelin’ back the foreskin
on this rotten situation (situation) caught inside the matrix
everything’s on top the clothes, there’s no hope for penetration
got a maggot on my console, a fly is on my eyelid
stitches on my lips ’cause real k!llers move in silence
my arm is in the dumpster, my face is in the streets
i’m basically a g the way i’m lacing up these beats
and it’s a cold world we livin’ in, they fentanyl distributin’
you can end up dead at thе comfort inn with a prostitute named cinnamon
from a little kid on ritalin to a mеdiocre citizen
to an assh0l- with a microphone got ’em screamin’ off they sh-t again
bangin’ like a kickdrum, want it? come and get some
turn into a victim, run up and just get dumb
i ain’t the alpha d-ck, i beat you with a stick
i might just shoot this b-tch up, might just hit a l!ck

[chorus: odprophet]
’cause i’m fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
i am fresh to death, boy i’m fresh to death
’cause i’m fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
i am fresh to death, boy i’m fresh to death
’cause i’m fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
i am fresh to death, boy i’m fresh to death
’cause i’m fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
i am fresh to death, boy i’m fresh to death
[verse 2: odprophet]
this sh-t is solid like a pavement, f-ck you and who you came with
a spectacular arrangement of vernacular engagement
i am not the one to play with, i know where you live, i know who you stay with
p-ssin’ all over your playlist, i’m on a mission, this is a statement (f-ck)
thirty sh-lls and my glock hits, trijicon in my optics
got zev under my trigger finger, got the gates of h-ll in my pocket
’til it’s a coffin i rest in, worms inside my intestines
snakes crawling inside my skull, i’m battling with depression
i’m a hooligan, i’m a hoodrat with a pistol up where your goods at
i was born with a head full of bad ideas but i swear to god i’m a good man
right now i’m just in a bad place making the best of a bad hand
draped in the flesh of a fallen angel taking a sip from a gas tank
don’t try to cop a boat ’round here ’cause we gon’ float down here
got a bl!cky with a scope ’round here (’round here), rollin’ through your papers, you just smoked ’round here
middle of the summer, winter coats ’round here

- odprophet

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