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letra de disco shit - paul scotti

verse 1

hands down, i’m the greatest of all time…
you got a spare mind? i think that i’ve lost mine…
i’m hostile with a raw style, i don’t force rhymes…
i speak raps, when the beat bangs… always on time
i freestyle like i’m senile, i don’t make sense
i could never be a doctor man, got no patience
i’m like a teacher ill at work cause simply i’m cl-ssic
sh-t, i don’t need to try, i got these similes mastered…
a lot of people think that i’m a d-ck and sarcastic
a lot of people are right and you others get laughed at…
sh-t, in my younger days, i used to fight but i’m past it
i’m pacifist, believe me you’ll get hurt when i start p-ssing this!
a catalyst, the sh-t you talk about me is just slanderous
my manner is manner-less, my thoughts are contagious and hazardous
and anyone that starts with us, will become dead men walking like their lazarus…
so change your plans, if you’ve been planning it
my heads as f-cked up as the planet is, so understand that it’s
a little tempting to ring your neck in and hurt bad as if
you’re making threats towards my family, perhaps i’m just…
a little f-cked up in the head? but truly that’s a random guess…
i’ll catch you at your mums address, and leave you both in bandages
and show you f-ckers just what madness is, then turn into an arsonist
and burn you both to ashes, go and have a p-ss
then burn your ashes to nothingness after this you f-ggot pr-cks!!!!

verse 2

hands high, wave them proud for the bad guy
no d-mn lie, i was born dead so i can’t die
since hip hop now a days is full of f-ggots and camp guys
i’m seeing more p-ssy with my eyes than my j-ps eye
i’m sick of people always asking questions, don’t ask why!
my heads in a mess from the stress of this d-mn life
most emcees now a days are g-ys and its cl-ssed fine
i’m freestyling with my -ss to the walls in my p-ss times
i freak when they speak “f-ck em all”, i take it literal
this game is getting pitiful, i’m in the mood to k!ll it off
your sh-t is soft, it’s almost pop and yet you claim your raw
if we ever met i’d take your neck and really break it off
your sh-t is sh-t you need to practice more
and you should rap about poverty cause evidently your raps are poor
and all i lacks support, but once i get it don’t get upset
when you see me surp-ssing most and i blast your wh0r-s
anybody that’s potentially an enemy
will face the repercussions of me mentally
i’ll never be beaten because i tend to be the better breed of emcee
never defeated/ my legacy will never be repeated
don’t even, dare to attempt it, no one’s exempted
bite your tongue and count to ten if, you ever feel tempted
what i do with a pen is, magic, you and your friends are f-ggots
if you don’t support my sh-t then go f-ck yourselves til sh-t happens

- paul scotti

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