a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de th n x freestyle - orenda

[verse one: orenda]
chin down, chest up the d’elia way
neck is like mafia, for the family
in my mafia they all fear od
schoolboy my right hand mafioso
i know d-mn well my shooting ain’t so so
had a pottery maker come to my feet
goons caught him escaping on the street
look him dead in the eyes with steel at his head
dead in the eyes dead on his face bouta be dead
hollow points leave more holes in heads than lead
bow! now the n-gg- swayze
i’m crazy like the clowns inspired by gacy
his name’s held in brackets like caskets
pick up the bits of head like deuce when a cat sh-ts
fe in the blood sings “murder” like she wrote it
pick his pockets and have bretsil tote it
grab the c-ke from the back like i’m parched
i don’t care how you cut it, share it, as the parade goes by
oblivious to the truth one-time marched
p-ssed us with heads held high
thanksgiving gunshots combined with pops, like fourth of july
i didn’t apply to buy ny so nye can deny
me access, had to rely on retail to lie
“chemistry” is the street’s biggest market
heard a canary was flying by in a car, og mark it
bright yellow camaro, sent camara after
call it sibling rivalry, riddle it with bullets like ed nigma would
we’re like terminix, keeping vermin out your hood
applaud the bloodshed cause the job was good
took the snitch out like pac or b.i.g., understood?
now tell me something i don’t know
who’ll be killed at the next show?

[verse two: orenda]
burnt rubbers on the street
keep pedestrians on their feet
bouta come by guns blazing and aiming
irl gta in the hd universe
two 32 bar verses, call it the duoverse
why’re you ducking down, ear plugged, single handed firing?
get up and put that n-gg- in a he-rs-
i got two glocks, akimbo spazzing on the triggers
$.a.m. and og becoming gravediggers
blood splatter and heads popping like fireworks
muscle sore after all the arm jerks
kick back real hard, messi
wet all of southie, i’m the monster in the sea
you can call me nessie
bullets miss me and let me be
bullets heavy in the head, akon with t.i
close your eyes and bleed, slowly d-i
e on the w-a-y
back to your base
bullets to the face
cancel out any sour expressions
staring contest with the barrel, any last confessions?
click! empty clip
shhh! your secret slip
pockets spill like slit wrists
new england so cold is comes out like bisques
lead and residue the seasoning for this dish
shut up and stay quiet i’m about to make a wish
like a terminally ill kid in bed
c.h.a.o.s. blue stay away with red
shotguns sound like thunder
bringing fear and wonder
go get your thunder buddy ted

- orenda

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS