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letra de goon bars - oscar biggs

(verse1 crazy ace)
see my eyes are not blind to the lies
that may seem disguised in the eyes of inferior minds
i’m a superior kind got a superior mind
and you wastin’ yo d-mn time if you thinking of breaking mines
cause i dont ball like n0body im just being me
in my air force ones and my phat farm jeans
mix my dope ass lyrics with a pound of good weed
see im so old school its like im stuck in 93
but i don’t really care what y’all think about me
cause y’all bout to get exposed on the microphone
by the everlasting freestyle f-ckin’ assassin
that crazy mothaf-cka who ain’t never thundеrclappin
im face smashin’ microphone blastin
lyrical hate at all you lowlifе punk g’s
have you p-ssing in ya bed hopin’ this is just a dream
cause when i step up in the booth, dog i spit the f-ckin truth
so check it kid i see you rockin’ jordans on ya feet
so kid let me tell ya something about these streets
the game is much more than rockin’ some fresh gear
so ima only say it once let me make it real clear
n0body’ll ever k!ll me, they would’nt f-ckin’ dare
cause it’ll take a f-ckin’ army of p-ssy f-ckin’ queers
to take me and my team out this m-th-f-ckin’ game
so lets go you m-th-f-cka let’s play the f-ckin’ game
let’s see who’s the hardest m-th-f-cka on the f-ckin’ mic
and who gots the hardest team in this m-th- f-ckin’ life
let’s go you m-th-f-cka’s let’s see what you f-ckin’ got
i’m rollin’ with f-ckin’ k!llaz whatchu got on yo spot
you got nothing homie, you can’t step to my sh-t
i got real f-ckin’ k!llaz who’ll run up in yo crib
put that m-th-f-ckin’ gun to ya wife’s blouse
and if she lets of one scream two holes go through her blouse

(verse2 oscar biggs)
you can’t talk sh-t yo quit i’m like d-mn son
you soudin’ like a b-tch go switch yo f-ckin’ tampon
yo when’s the last time that you held a f-ckin’ handgun
it’s probably the last time a girl said you lookin’ handsome
i gets down like limbo and hit hoes that’s bimbos
you b-tch foes that want beef just come to my zip code
the big o is known to bust a rhymes like flipmode
in a battle i’m the pimp you’re the hooker you’ll get owned
when sh-ts on if your dead wrong or dead right i don’t care
you’ll be dead stupid so stay the f-ck away from here
when you hear me on a track you don’t need to ask who’s that
i bruise cats with goon raps i’m all about boom bap
hip hop don’t stop i got it runnin’ through my veins
i kick insane rhymes that’s gone stain’ yo brains
word me and otr we fam god to the d-mn
you can’t f-ck with us scram you’ll get knocked out where you stand
i’m known to use knives but yo i can use my hands
i’ll daze you then tag in ace to finish with the body slam
we got this man now what the f-ck was you thinkin’
i’ll leave yo ass dead before you can start blinkin’
i’m wicked and ill sick with the sk!lls see me flip if you squeal
stupid b-tch you gon’ be my next victim for real
i feel like the deal is done you wanna hear my verse
that sh-t’s hard enough to put your whole squad in a hurst
i’m the worst of the worst the first that’s gone let his gun burst
i’ma send you the morgue you won’t need no dumb nurse
i’m for real m-th-f-ckas go ask my homies
even jason voorhees ain’t got sh-t on me
i’d knock yo ass out with a sock filled with soap
i’m rugged and raw plus the rhymes i kick’s dope
i’m no jokes definitely the man you should scope
disrespect me i’ll punch yo old folks in they throaths
you think i give a f-ck about your god d-mn b-tches
i’m right here giving out free knuckle sandwiches

- oscar biggs

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