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letra de the weight of the world - paul scotti

intro…

h-llo, welcome me back, f-ggots & lesbians!
as i have returned… again

… listen!

verse

i hold the weight of the world on my shoulders, d-mn it’s heavy!
still, i couldn’t give a sh-t, never mind a dangle berry
i’m a man of many adversary’s, that’s staying calm but ready
for those that plan to send me to the cemetery
f-ck going global, i’m planning on going planetary
holding my breath waiting on someone out there to hear me
i’m turning blue in the face, d-mn it, come on already!
i put on this nice guy look 🙂 standing tall and steady
but trust paul ain’t friendly, become an enemy
and witness the sh-t that’s building up inside of me daily
my life was decent then it turned to sh-t
who hasn’t heard of this? ruined by a dirty b-tch (sl-t)
gave her a pen, told her write redrum then sliced her throat
and told the police it’s murder she wrote!
lost my mind to insanity, now profanities shown
what more can i be… can i be a man at peace? no!
i’d be d-mned to see peace with in the streets that i roam
stir up sh-t between the people i know
just to sit back and peep at the show
i’ve been told i’m gonna reap what i sow… so?
i ain’t never fearing that though
i need an s & m chick that’s into fear and suspense
so if i beat the b-tch up, i can tell the police it’s just s-x! (g*nius)
and if she falls pregnant, that kid ain’t gonna make it
you better act like schwarzenegger b-tch and terminate it!
cause i’m not turning saviour, you’re best to savour
these moments cause they won’t last
its safe to place a bet on it
i take an mc and make an opponent, whether he does or don’t want it, no discussion, i just crush him and own him! (i win)
no one takes a white man serious, so maybe i’ve snapped?
i’ve got my friends painting me black to make it in rap!
i’m not breaking my back and putting in this effort for nothing…
all this effing and cussing must tell you i’m stressing or something?
f-ck the world, if i was the president i’d be pressing the b-tton
no hesitance, your death would be coming, i mean it!
no more sense in me, i’ve mentally lost it
and i don’t ever want it back so if you come across it then toss it!
f-ck with me, your facing a forfeit, i’ll place your face on the door step and leave you broke by just replacing our wallets
whilst you wait for me to stomp on your forehead
i simply walk off whistling and ignore it, i find bullying boring… p-ssy!

- paul scotti

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