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letra de trunk is popped - onasuss

[intro]

[verse 1]
with a galvanized steel flow that never rusts. top shelf
placed on a pedestal, i can’t be touched
never even collects dust. frictionless
my dramatic semantics and diction get enlisted
to pirate transmitters-per contra-
thugs with mean mugs and mobsters. fallciousness
goldiggers figuring how to leech graciousness
from the royal cakeness. daddy that is
and gladly, i’ll throw a snake in the abyss so quick
led through a tour, not far from sh0r-
by a concrete block to davy jones’ locker
while i sip vodka, mixed with kahlua and half-n-half
intruders felt the wrath of my bloodbath
clerical staffs and math can’t even save your -ss from the whiplash
my verse dispersed so fast. surp-ss b-ss
sonic boom consume the room. all-encomp-ssing
the despot, you cannot stop

[hook]
bump, bump
what you want?
baby, baby don’t front
just pop the trunk

(repeat 1x)

[verse 2]
fathometers break trying to gauge the great lake lloyd.
that was your greatest mistake. call carveries and convoys
to get destroyed. placed by philosophies of freud
illogically you challenge me, oblivious to my mysterious persona
weary of evident legends of how i make
monsters and doppelgangers from kidnapped strangers
flows i compose synonymous with danger
equated to steel hangers that defeat fetus growth
i got a gross of boasts
a plethora of compet-tors that look better
with their essence left
my progress never attributed to fortune
but this grand plan to bring destruction in biblical proportions
my power’s awesome. proceed with caution
your flaw’s costing you in desire situations
my lyrics; the ant-thesis of any mc i’m facing
bound to be disgraced. laid adjacent
parallel to the pavement
n-gga save it

[hook]
bump, bump
what you want?
baby, baby don’t front
just pop the trunk

[sampled dialogue from robert deniro in ‘-n-lyze this’]
you make one more move on me you motherf-cker
i’ll f-cking cut your f-cking b-lls off
i’ll shove them up your f-cking -ss, i’ll f-cking bury you
i’ll put ice picks in your eyes, i’ll chop your f-cking eyeb-lls
i’ll send them to your f-cking family so they can eat them for dessert
you understand me?

[verse 3]
could you imagine the pressure of my verse dispersed on saturn?
the pattern i present is unearthly
i blow the curve like elliptical orbit
it’s sure to get more morbid
-ssorted cadavers inhabit the bas-m-nt
adjacent to containment facilities filled with honkies
the black equivalency of the tuskegee tragedy
i’m like 49 cards in a deck, now try and deal with me
legend says: “all who tried, ultimately died.”
their mistake. at their wake, hear their mama cry
fell their essence fly in question of high or low they can go
the o. made immortal through digital recording
instrumental in escorting to death the breathless
as y’all get left behind in time
you met fate. as the earth rotates
your whole perspective now, is retrospective
alive only in few minds soon to be neglected (n-gga)

[hook]
bump, bump
what you want?
baby, baby don’t front
just pop the trunk

(repeat 8x)

[various ad libs]

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