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letra de goon shit - odprophet

[intro: odprophet]
goon sh-t, word to all my fallen idols
man, i put that on the bible, i was dead upon arrival

[verse 1: odprophet]
bodies in a vat of acid, stacking plastic caskets
born to fight the power but the power’s bred to fight the passion
everlasting like to punching bag these b-st-rds in their bread baskets
clever has been, life of an assassin pickin’ up some traction
think we headin’ downhill, we gain enough speed
and puff enough tree, feelin’ lovely, b-tch it must be amazing
to grab the mic and claim to make the statement
but you’d rather stake your claim in those embracin’ all the hatred
it’s disgusting like a stomach full of maggots
eatin’ through the body fat, the shotty stashed under the mattress
make it uncomfortable to sleep on but this sh-t’s a force of habit
rather have it when i need it than to need and not to have it
got the yoppa on the nightstand, this sh-t is automatic
couple stickies in the drawer for all the cannons in the cabinet
pull the monster out the closet, sh-t’s too big to put it back in
i been lookin’ like i’m manson mixed with an assass-

[chorus: odprophet]
goon sh-t, word to all my fallen idols
man, i put that on the bible, i was dead upon arrival
this is goon sh-t, word to all my fallen idols
man, i put that on the bible, i was dead upon arrival
[verse 2: ej prophet]
this is goon sh-t, two sticks, whole crew full of lucians
werewolves and ghouls, it’s that cerberus movement
who’s this? little b-tch tryna step must be stupid
cruisin’ with my cousin with a booth full of new sins
i’m talkin’ uppers, downers, every color of the rainbow
microdose until you die, chrome toasters by the caseload
and payloads of pesos, bankrolls is my main goal
when i’m packin’ these mangos, cocaine h-lla fuego

[verse 3: oogie boogie]
goon sh-t, now who’s this? that assh0l- flippin’ two lids
like cupid no love so they labeled me that nuisance
so prove this, middle finger up to those not fluent
spittin’ sacrificial banter like it’s something in my music
now go stupid and do this, smoke that rock on top of foil
don’t you ask no f-ckin’ questions, man, i need you fresh to boil
say it’s goon sh-t you dumb b-tch, that criminal has gone dim
but still i creep up in the dark and hit that l!ck to do this

- odprophet

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