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letra de outro - pxwer

[intro: pxwer]
from the depths of h-ll
running h-ll with the devil
yo

[verse 1: pxwer]
my mind is f-cking dangerous when i’m clutching this pen
sn-tching emcees by the neck and then i’m leaving a stench, it’s murder
spittin’ paragraphs and nickel plates
i bust your grape, go whine to your b-tch n-gga, get out my face
i’m just playing, dancing on the rugged beat
these rappers is too fake, h-lla sweet when they use they t–th
i’m just talking my sh-t, pardon my lips
studio sessions smoked out, pardon my spliff
on the darkside of the force cause i’m sick in the hеad
when i write, i see rappers and i picturе em dead
instrumentals, i be eating them, they keeping me fed
get the guns, take the bullets out and fill em with lead
and aim it at you, once split second, i bust your snapple
now it’s 25 to life, i show em what these raps do
i’m untouchable like amputees in arm reach
this ain’t a hot sixteen n-gga, this just a clam speech
i kick it ruthless, leaving emcees toothless with my roadhouse
like stoned out, saying some sh-t, hear what i’m talking about?
i’m off the meter, mics be catching fevers when i spit it
come and get it, leave your bones shifted to keep that soul in it
[verse 2: intell]
it goes
boomshakalaka, get it popping red bacca flow
sicker than [?] red benz up in the doctor
and we made your chick scream for the team like chewbacca
now that piff, i’m finna twist and get high helicopter (that was wack)
just get back and await the fire department
i’m more fire than awesome, my lighter just started sparking
alarming, i’m so loud, all the b-tches just started barking
hitting it from the back, i’m talking parallel parking (that was also wack)
you don’t seem to be keen to my frequency
i’m easily disturbed, these words worded so secretly
verbs murder with leniency, herbs turning to greenery
revenge of the nerds with a bunch of birds a bmv
see i’m finna blow like some white girls with some tnt
how you seeing me without x-rays, i’m a different breed
when you step to mines, get burnt out, like emps
all you hear is screams like murder scene or a nervous dream

[intermission: dru gunn$]
godd-mn, y’all n-ggas is wack?
i mean y’all not really that nice tho
y’know, my n-gga $ha, i see him
my n-gga intell, that’s my son right there
y’all know my name right?
gunns n-gga
gunns n-gga, yo
[verse 3: dru gunn$]
naw not me dude, just to stop me
you gon’ need some ufos just to blow out the spot, b
i mean you chun-li kicking like b-tches do
i’m tryna worry bout money that bag ain’t residual
don’t make me belittle you, youse a b-tch, oh little you
i get rid o’ you, finish you, never wanna go physical
this boy way too lyrical, put your soul out in the ozone
i blow o’s, clouds of that purple sh-t got my mind gone
now you know, i’m in this b-tch flipping like bricks with judo
with two hoes, i got these dogs leashes like how you do tho, ha
these baby rappers just juno, meaning a b-tch with baby
you gon’ need that santa type swag to try explain me
i hear you dudes yapping but i don’t see your passion
i hear you dudes rapping, but i hear what you lacking

[outro: busta rhymes]
def squad, respek

- pxwer

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