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letra de wicked - pank dynamite

[chorus: nick nolan]
some call me a sinner
for the things i’ve done
born with a heart of stone
fast with a gun
i’m here to get mine
then i’ll leave this town
if you’re standin’ in my way
i’ll cut you down
you can’t tame-
[verse 1: pank dynamite]
now if he isn’t the baddest, trapped in the dark
squirting wine and people locking doors
is just overshadowed when darkness closes in
we’re picking up dust, rushing out the echoes
there’s stuff for taking, come on
one man, for as many know him as the pank demon
listen to the blood drip in the town but no one around, only the wind
house on the island, looking battled
as one makes a sign of grass into bloodl-st fills the air
women left gasping for air, so f-cking scared
door swings open, people stuffed with brew
frozen in place, almost choking, knowin’ they’re f-cking screwed
we’ll make some moves straight to his doom, kaboom!
blood all over the room!
there’s been [?] a scene left for the police
only one b-tch that’s left to please
another set of murdered mumble rappers
wrapped with their own blood and left under the tree
totally, their fans screaming, believe me, when i stick back to the whack jobs
jack off to murdered pigs that i took in my pink palm trees
as i use my other hand to eat sticky congee
sh-t, i slipped a b and i’m watching psycho
2018? no, f-ck that, 2019, let’s bust these b-tches, yeah
that’s right, these b-tches are twisted from dead silence on the wicked track
you better f-ck off with your little kiddie’s wack-ass pack
oh wait a minute, let’s grab a snack before i kick you off the track
with this pank demon out and about
you wanted peace, it’s better to dismount
before i dip out the crowd and leave your littles on the door step
lil wayne, 6ix9ine? more like sixty-nine
later tonight, after you leave your haters in a shallow grave
and your loved ones’ brains blown out
leaving you with no doubt that i ain’t leaving you out
so b-tch, come at me! i’m ready to play
i’m insane, the pank demon’s back at it again
what you got to f-cking say?
i’ll restrain your mother to today
ugh, shiiiit! b-tches!
[chorus: nick nolan]
some call me a sinner
for the things i’ve done
born with a heart of stone
fast with a gun
i’m here to get mine
then i’ll leave this town
if you’re standin’ in my way
i’ll cut you down
you can’t tame-

[verse 2: dakota merchant]
some call me wicked
the same sick and twisted as the mind of a k!ller
and the spirit of a fighter, i’m the midnight rider
the man in black, i’m an outcast, i will outlast them all
never think twice when it’s the riders in the sky
i’m the original sinner, i got a fist of iron and a heart of stone
it’s a dark road, but i ride alone
i’m faster on horse but faster with a gun
i will k!ll all the inexperienced rappers on this beat
line them up and have some murder and fun
i might be a new rapper but i can lay out lyrical fire
listen to your mumble trash bores me, i’m tired
what the f-ck is gummo? just another dummo
using basic rhymes, there’s so many “lil’s” it’s confusing
lil uzi, lil tay, lil xan, lil… sike!
come on, man! i already told you, all you talk about on this song is lit
i’m electric, hypothetic, psychedelic
b-tch, i’m not sympathetic, you’re pathetic!
why don’t you understand there’s more than one type of rhyme
if you just take the time to learn and look up words in the dictionary
you dumb f-ck, before i slap you with a sword!
and shove a duck up your b-tt
i’m spitting out rhymes like a dump truck, trump sucks!
sorry to get political, it’s so typical for the lyrical maniac
oh sh-t, i forgot where i’m at! oh, yeah
i’m ripping a new b-tthole in the new generation
what will the free nation do next?
the demons were working and lurking in the darkness
evil words spoken to break the seal and unleash the beast known as bill
it’s time to k!ll, the fun has begun
i will catch you no matter how fast you run
as your life comes to an end, you turn to religion
but god ignores your praying and son, he don’t care for his creation
the priests are sickened ’cause a demon took another victim
you can’t stop the beast, he’s the wicked, the sick and twisted devil from down below
down where all the tortured souls go
i’ll be there to murder the mumble rappers in my unicorn suit
“no sir, please don’t shoot!”
shoot you, yes i will, i am the demon named bill
[chorus: nick nolan]
some call me a sinner
for the things i’ve done
born with a heart of stone
fast with a gun
i’m here to get mine
then i’ll leave this town
if you’re standin’ in my way
i’ll cut you down
you can’t tame-

[verse 3: pank dynamite]

- pank dynamite

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