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letra de untitled song - potomoes

[verse 1]
what up?
yo, i’m ready for a limo ride
did you get the memo, guy?
i came to show these bimbos why
i always say the limit’s sky
bump it up, let’s get those tempos high
i missed our date for a murder expo, knives
guns, slayer axes, swords, and chainsaws
anything in my -rs-nal i can use hack your brains off
as soon as this rocket takes off
better put on your training bras
’cause i came straight up in this b-tch
to cut your motherf-cking d-cks, scoff
i’ll leave your brains scattered
i’m a mean, lean, k!lling machine
a redder sight than the hair of kayla, peter, ron weasley, and seth green
if i had a nickel for every time i got approached by you sickos
i’d have enough in the bank for me to buy a f-cking hippo
i’ll fix you into a pickle that none of you f-cking d-cks know
isn’t it sick though? a rap engineer and rhymes are my gizmos
i’m fine when i freestyle, but you don’t wanna see when i’m p-ssed, yo
enough power surging inside of me to cause death by tickle
i don’t care if you do rap, rock, indie, country, or disco
i’ll strangle you and drain your blood and sell it by the half pint
but that’s not shalf pinto
straight-up ill enough to beat tiger woods in this golfing sh-t
a master out of place, bro, i’m like walter white in a coughing fit
i’m perfect at this art-form and earned millions in wealth
and if you can’t accept that sh-t, then robin williams yourself

- potomoes

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