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letra de motherfucker - pat battle

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[hook]
i’m the motherf-cker with a grin and a grudge
f-ck you! f-ck that! why you f-cking my buzz?
i hear no – see no – fear no people
or mad f-ckery – trying to f-ck with me
motherf-ckers plugging these dumb f-cks
and it’s f-cked up – i’m like what the f-ck?
so this sh-te right here – inspired by the beer
cheers! i’m the motherf-cker of the year

[verse 1]
rough! that’s the sound of a freak!
demon in my bones, and it’s bound to the beat
ground to a heap, every noun that i reap
it drowns in my dreams, so i frown in my sleep
f-ck it, i’m high!
departed the carpet and said “w-ssup” to the sky
oh my – gotta go to the job in a minute
f-ck – my – life – but i’m in it
and i never get a sense that i’m equipped to even win it
when here comes freddie follower with an opinion
get the f-ck out my face with that sh-t!
dark matter made outer sp-ce for my d-ck
shoot billiards with planets, hit pluto the cue ball
and knock ur-n-s off of the table and out the pool hall
you – will – fail – f-ck!
i hear your lyrics and i’d rather read braille
i’d rather eat stale old v-g-n-
than deny this little envy that i feel when a mc gets a deal
to compensate i cop a date and copulate the thought away
ramming like a banana trying to get back in the peel
f-ck yeah! i got more soul than tsang sung
what mortal could corner me in this portal? name one
the slurs that they sang in the burbs, the shame stung
but my biggity-brain is conditioned for pain
position remains, not a mission for fame
you kick it wu-tang? well i listen to same
shame on a n-gga who don’t call himself god
but call himself a n-gga in front of his god? – odd
off – cough – my god, i’m at a loss
the cost? point out the boss, so i know who i gotta toss
like a salad – take a mallet to the cabbage – kablam!
let these motherf-ckers know who the f-ck i am

[hook]

[verse 2]
whooo! blasphemy! that’s how you ask for me
to the mountaintop from the bottom of the canopy
smack a rapper in the forehead dead with a can of peas
campy, but i can’t appease everyone in this rhapsody
staffing this academy’s taxing on my reality
no-school – f-ck the new and old folk formalities
i’ll casually pull apart the faculty’s anatomies
the head bone’s disconnected from the neck bone
and the neck bone’s been ejected from the collar bone
the collar bone’s intersected with the shoulder bone
them bones, they gone, when i crush ’em into foam
wack rappers get bashed down into patty cakes
cause happily i take as much sh-t as my daddy takes
none, son – i don’t front for no puns
i f-ck for the right to go hunt for the rum
brum-pu-pum-pump – honey you eyeing me?
i’ll heat it up like the sun – give you vitamin d!
– i-c-k from the p-a-t-r
mcs to m-e are delayed r-t-rds
a pre-cog, i see into the future and deep y’all
i just wanna evade the inevitable decay
rot! rot! not my hip hop
you can suck nuts hipster, eat a d-ck with your weak blog
my b-lls free fall whenever i’m on the beat dawg
my style ain’t in a weight cl-ss, it’s a street brawl
fall behind like a fawn, imma spring like a cheetah
the blinging and the banging that you bringing is cheap talk
so back it back it up like a mack brand truck
patrick, what the f-ck? this is not all adding up
like aladdin on the rug, one thing – (aladdin: do you trust me?)
then snap your trap shut fudd, it’s rappers we’re hunting

[hook]
cause i’m the motherf-cker with a grin and a grudge
f-ck you! f-ck that! why you f-cking my buzz?
i hear no – see no – fear no people
or mad f-ckery – trying to f-ck with me
motherf-ckers plugging these dumb f-cks
and it’s f-cked up – i’m like what the f-ck?
so this sh-te right here – inspired by the beer
cheeeeeeeeeers!

[verse 3]
wanna stunt my thunder? f-cker, take a number
i pace to my own beat, play my own drummer
the sum of my summaries even summits some summers
i somersault the slums, and -ssault big brother
in front of his punk mother with a stone cold stunner
when it come to lyrics, seriously i’m a lover
if i hate it, i don’t hide it, no i’m never undercover
when you greet me you better utter – (kid: h-llo motherf-cker)
it’s why i walk a tight rope with white folks
a slight stroke of g*nius, i ease between this
fine line binding the urban with the earnin’
lower middle cl-ss act, rap without a permit
come hither hip hop, get up on my lap
i know how to treat ya, like “hi felicia!”
i’m not dying to speak to ya, if you need a vcr
i got a fat magnavox stock back in the car
enough of the innuendo, though it’s fresh as a mentos
oppose my crescendo, the polls they been closed
my ten toes tickle when i hear your little riddles
that your mammie helped scribble, i feel a giggity-giggle
lyrically in a pickle, i wiggle out of it swiftly
mix t-tty milk with chocolate nesquickly
forgive me, it’s in me, the filth and it spills
my temple it tilts with an axis of ill

[hook]
cause i’m the motherf-cker with a grin and a grudge
f-ck you! f-ck that! why you f-cking my buzz?
i hear no – see no – fear no people
or mad f-ckery – trying to f-ck with me
motherf-ckers plugging these dumb f-cks
and it’s f-cked up – i’m like what the f-ck?
so this sh-te right here – inspired by the beer
cheers – i’m the motherf-cker of the year, and –
i’m the motherf-cker with a grin and a grudge
f-ck you! f-ck that! yeah i’m f-cking with drugs
i hear no – see no – fear no people
or mad f-ckery – trying to f-cking f-ck with me
motherf-ckers plugging these dumb f-cks
and that’s f-cked up – i’m like what the f-ck?
so this sh-te right here is inspired by the beer
cheers! i’m the motherf-cker of the year

- pat battle

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