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letra de war - outer concept

[verse 1: danny g]
i drink a war cup for days son, and that ain’t no exaggeration
but a double negative means i’m off my calculation
here’s an explanation, i’m literally fibbing dude
i’m flier than flying fish incased in a pigeon coop
such tasteless vision dude what the f-ck you tryna prove?
give no sh-t for the raps you spit
and two sh-ts for the rhymes you flew
up at your -ss crack, invaded like it’s afghan
f-ckin’ poo b-tt p-ssy no stussy for a f-cking pac man
you lame -ss snitch, your stupid rhymes get no play
and you’re lucky if deaf blind b-tches give you that okay
’cause it’s okay to be an outcast
but if you attempt to outlast me, you’re getting the oc smacking sh-t out your foul -ss
consider this the diss track you blasting to the bank
laughing packing that hood sh-t up in your out con tank
and just “thank” of all the jobs that you could have applied for
if you never f-cked with the concept creating complied war
’cause we die for this track sh-t, boom strap clack cl!ck
taking dookie fat sh-ts all over you half wits
half stepping whack b-tch, m-th-f-ckin’ f-ggots
that’ll stay stacked like a catfish sandwich
lack of green having, thirsty -ss cactus
see the swagger box is packing all you do is jack it
f-ck it? no fack it! i gotta dip i gotta go
i left the clock ticking for you hoes it’s ’bout to f-cking blow

[hook: rooroodamoonman]
this out con we pack on
so f-ck y’all we out here
bake meats and rape beats over everything
hardcore the warfare for wh0r-s here & wh0r-s there
give us the glory then name us lords dear

[verse 2: the majedi]
let me tell you a story bout the majedi
you may not know me yet but i’m a h-ll of a guy
so don’t think i’ve gone soft livin’ in the trailer park
i’ll put you down with the iron man f-ck tony stark
wearing all black like bruce wayne batman
eating all these pills like a twacked out pacman
i always got the munchies so it’s time for a snack man
yeah i’m always hungry cause i used to be a fat man
f-ck the bullsh-t say f-ck the white neighbors
raising h-ll in so cal with my light saber
taking y’all to school call the sh-t academic
plaguing all your eardrums this an epidemic
b-tch i don’t party i’m the clean sheen charlie
f-ck that smoke deep purple outta bong marley
don’t even step up kid you ain’t got a prayer
case we the mad men raining blood like slayer
took some trippy drugs now bill walters is my alias
and thanks to that time all my rhymes are spontaneous
spitting dope rhymes go and grab a syringe
because i’m doper than a tweaker on a 3 week binge
i always win never lose in fact never tied
i’m the humble young jedi i ain’t never had pride
i may have tried, i may have lied, i may have cried, i may have fried
but f-ck bonnie f-ck clyde they don’t know how to ride

and that’s war b-tch!

- outer concept

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