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letra de brass knuckle shit - q strange

[verse 1]
some say that i’m trash and have the nerve to say my sh-t is garbage
all this pain, no mind, and blow me off like a nintendo cartridge
honestly there’s others who’ve been down since when i started
and stay loyal even when i let them down and was r-t-rded
only known i’m stayin’ solid, agent orange, sunkist
cuckold, said f-ck, blow
i wanna bump this
that’s what’s up, grab your cup
show respect and raise your glass
i’m gonna slap that motherf-ckin’ sh-t outta your hand just to make a splash
take the cash, steal your b-tch
only spit the realest sh-t
serious, y’all motherf-ckers got no clue who you dеalin’ with
lyrics sick when i drop
but bye z, my team shinе on the streets
high beams, get on that stage and die
while y’all just plagiarize
i keep it hard but y’all are soft
b-b-baby thighs
look in the haters’ eyes and see the rage inside
to see a scumbag superstar that’s on the rise!

[chorus]
bang your head to this f-ckin’ brass knuckle sh-t
show them haters they don’t know who they’re f-ckin’ with
get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin’ sh-t
you know what it is, this f-ckin’ brass knuckle sh-t
in the club, gettin’ drunk, yeah we’re lit up
people run and they throw f-cking sh-t up
freak, stole, fight, f-ck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
we don’t give a f-ck, we had it with that brass knuckle sh-t!

[verse 2 – lens]
okay, well i am lens, h-llo
it’s nice to meet ya
i brought my brass knuckles to this q strange feature
i’m a creature that’ll beat ya, eat ya like a slice of pizza
chasin’ tangles like a reefer, i am aether in this sneaker
runnin’ high, no i am people, i mean pepper but whatever
like the devil get a fever and they say that i’m on fire
but i swear i’m off the meter, you can tell her suck my d-ck
make her choke on my urethra cuz’ the way she pickin’ pickle peppers
thought her name was peter, become the leader of my genre
well, as if i had one, you know i couldn’t give a f-ck
even if i had one, the game is full of frito lays
so i’m tryna bag some
beat you ’till you out of breath as if you had a bad lung
stomp you, kick you, puncture, f-ck you, pullin’ out your d-mn tongue
i swear that i am shammed, son
you can get your ass kicked
i will put you in your mouth
i’m handing out that bread, sh-t
did you know we ’bout to crash it?
[chorus]
bang your head to this f-ckin’ brass knuckle sh-t
show them haters they don’t know who they’re f-ckin’ with
get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin’ sh-t
you know what it is, this f-ckin’ brass knuckle sh-t

in the club, gettin’ drunk, yeah we’re lit up
people run and they throw f-cking sh-t up
freak, stole, fight, f-ck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
we don’t give a f-ck, we had it with that brass knuckle sh-t!

[verse 3]
takin’ a break from the game, but hey, i know they say that lens’ pathetic
banging at you, hatin’ the way as if you was an interaction
here’s the record, ’bout to set it off
i’m on a winnin’ streak
you look like a dummy, like a chubby kid in skinny jeans
anybody wanna stand up to the kid when i’m up in the building speak your peace?
…
that’s what i thought, now take your seats!
hit hard, making craters like an asteroid rock
now the game is seeing more f-ckin’ change than a coin slot
all the weight i need to motivate myself, but no i ain’t
notice i’m the dopest, only hopeless, cuz’ i’ve thrown away
every hope and dream and goal i had in life and so i pray
god just let me make it in this game before i’m on a grave
i treat my dreams like hoes, i only sleep with them
now i’ve gotta go and make ’em work for me
and so i’m standin’ pimpin’
call me a rap behemoth, seepin’ from beneath the streets
and let me see you people throw it up as if you was bulimic
[chorus]
bang your head to this f-ckin’ brass knuckle sh-t
show them haters they don’t know who they’re f-ckin’ with
get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin’ sh-t
you know what it is, this f-ckin’ brass knuckle sh-t

- q strange

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