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letra de bong breaker - $oulbomb

bong breaker lyrics
[intro]
my voice is f-cking falling apart. it hurts to speak, it hurts to breathe, it hurts to drink and smoke i-
(buck, should i get it?)
but i’m doing all this for you guys, shoutout karmamob!

[verse 1]
i’m so fed up, i just need a head rush
wish i had purpose or a reason just to get up
wish i had a person or a shoulder i could lean on
i’m not really sure just how much longer i can keep goin’
life is becomin’ difficult, tryin’ so hard but it’s becomin’ pitiful
smokin’ so much that it’s borderline criminal
but it doesn’t help, it just tends to make me miserable

[bridge]
everyday i feel like i am walkin’ on a razors edge
everyone keep talkin’, i will leave these f-ckin’ haters dead
fill ’em up with bullets and you know i’m aimin’ at they head
up it on the motherf-ckin’ losers, gonna paint em red
[verse 2]
b-tch ass boy look stupid
he was talkin’ tough so i left the boy toothless
smoke so much that i can’t stop pukin’
and i can’t stop, my drug abuse ruthless
karmamob is on the come up and there’s nothing that can stop us
go ahead and run up, i will put you in f-ckin’ gutter
when i pull up, i be makin’ all these motherf-ckers shutter
i’m not jokin’ when i say i’ll smoke you into f-ckin’ blunt dust
take eleven shots, now i’m f-ckin’ wasted
take so many drugs that i’m f-ckin’ brain dead
wish i wasn’t filled with so much f-ckin’ hatred
but it won’t stop and i’m runnin’ outta patience

[interlude]
karma mob! karma mob! karma mob! karma mob!
karma mob! karma mob! karma mob!

[verse 3]
walkin’ with a gun in public, whip it out and aim at nothin’
slit open your f-ckin’ stomach, pull intestines out ya’ gullet
get your adrenaline pumpin’, got the extendo, i’m dumpin’
talk sh-t on me then i’m huntin’, execute him if he frontin’
i’m goin’ so f-ckin’ mental
pull up with a glock and a pocket full of metal
leave him laid out with a head full of lead bull’
he got sh-llshocked and then i knocked him down a level
[verse 4]
if you talkin’ sh-t, don’t be a b-tch, you better follow through
b-tches gettin’ reckless, i’ma stomp ’em out and rendezvous
why you interferin’ with sh-t that don’t be concerning you?
i’ll pull up with the mob and jenx2 strapped with the .22
why you actin’ so f-ckin’ scared b-tch?
i’ll knock yo’ ass out and i’ll stab you with a hair pin
drag yo’ ass out and i’ll dump you down the stairs b-tch
burn down your house with a lighter and a flair b-tch

[outro]
i’m a dead man walkin’, do drugs often
runnin’ out of options, put me in a coffin
d-mn, i hate bein’ sober, it makes me bipolar
i keep my composure when i reach for my holster

- oulbomb

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