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letra de armed - rammas

don’t need a beat, i’ll set of the alarm (woo)
packing the heat but i don’t mean no harm (yeah)
yeah i look sweet but i’m fitted out and armed

fitted, fitted. yeah, fitted out and armed

guns on my arms, gun in my pants
gun shooting loads while my f-ggot pants
yeah
guns on my arms, gun in my pants
gun shooting loads while my f-ggot pants

i got two grenades, my c-ck concealing
don’t be afraid, yeah, f-ggot pull the pin
helmet on the head to stop a splatterin’

tick tick tick baaaaa

i’m at the airport but i can’t board the plane
my c-ck explosive but i didn’t bring butane
a pat down search, i guess i can’t complain
s-xy security, come on let’s go again

yeah, what did you find, is that a sword down thеre (oops)
start a strip search, got somethin’ to dеclare (oooooooh)
your wand my wand, a cavity search affair
if this keeps goin’, gonna be more than a bomb scare
runnin’ after rammas but he’s too quick on his feet
catch me if you can fuzz i’m runnin’ down the back street
stop spin around, c-ck my two guns, you better retreat
straight after my ass, an’ he’s gonna have to cheat

boom
boom
yeah, i’m armed (armed)
armed
them twinks be disarmed
his b-tt ain’t unharmed
prime twunk territory! (baaaaa)

don’t need a beat, i’ll set of the alarm (woo)
packing the heat but i don’t mean no harm (yeah)
yeah i look sweet but i’m fitted out and armed

fitted, fitted. yeah, fitted out and armed

i got a sword of iron, i pump it and never stop
if we cross swords, then you know i’ll come out on top
but if i get bored, f-g, then we’re gonna have to swap

stab, stab, stab baaaaa

fight to the death, i’m gonna have to leave a mark (oooooh)
side of your neck or maybe on your upper arm
like a c-ck i peck but not an animal on no farm
top level exec, yeah, spy suit and bond charm
tied him down, bombs, daggers, swords, an’ a big machete
i got a noose so try but no one can hear you scream
it’s your choice what i use if that’s gonna put you at ease
pull out the handcuffs, the safe word is lapd

my gun in your mouth, but it’s you that’s blowing out my brain
i keep screamin’ out but i don’t never feel no pain
yeah, open up that mouth, here comes the airplane
ain’t gonna pullout so better swallow it like chow mein

he better keep on blowing til my d-ck starts blowin’ (yeah)
he better keep on going til the sh-t starts snowin’ (yeah)
he better keep unclothing til his tits start showin’ (yeah)
better go deep til his gut starts throwing

woo
imma go off like a molotov

- rammas

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