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letra de goldyn chyld 2 - ras kass

[verse 1]
feel me, i’m that vampire, true blood, got no moon
it’s a daybreaker, underworld, a true goon
you can slice me in half, i’ll rise from two dooms
never did hard drugs, you the smurf, go do shrooms
razzy gets in enough trouble sober
two shots later lace my kicks with double cobras
i wanna k!ll rappers, that’s my appetite
you suck gaga’s d-ck and she hermaphrodite (woah!)
everything i rap i write, no ghost
chainsaw cali from utah like no coast
moment of silence, a prayer for my haitians
then i would a french-canadian gettin’ copulation
f-ck playstations, pop copper stations
tryna home us anyway, i’mma cop the nation
prolly rename it razzykazakhstan
this that golden era hip hop classic, man!

[hook]
who you gon’ call to hold it down
prophesied from day one to hold the crown?
the r-a-s…
the waterproof mc, goldyn chyld
throw yo’-throw yo’ hands up if you know the sound
top 5, dead or alive, through world-renowned!
the r-a-s…
the waterproof mc, goldyn chyld
[verse 2]
i’m on my kobe sh-t, hop off a speed in nasty, except
high landin’ he reversed the gas, and i
backflip over land in the passenger
so when they claim they spit, can’t help but laugh at ya
subpar, put ’em under the he-rs-
back ’cause my one liners gun every one of you verse
wenches know controversy works
so they roll around, beef meatwad, aqua teen hunger force
doc dre’s top 5, wenie day’s favorite
the rest of y’all n-ggas just happy i ain’t made it yet
put now, i’m on yo’ 6
and place a map when i pull a weave to bone yo’ b-tch
i got a bone to pick like operations
stop stealin’ my slang, i give ’em proper documentation
but i respect my n-gga i can’t call it…
same sh-t, different toilet!

[hook]
who you gon’ call to hold it down
prophesied from day one to hold the crown?
the r-a-s…
the waterproof mc, goldyn chyld
throw yo’-throw yo’ hands up if you know the sound
top 5, dead or alive, through world-renowned!
the r-a-s…
the waterproof mc, goldyn chyld
[verse 3]
cowards need 3d glasses to see me
better bring some avatar n-ggas to beat me
homie, i’m livin’ quest groove and the beat street
catch me on 51st, then 6 next to the street meet
pause, in prison, you jack off with a fee-fee
rubber glove and lotion can’t wait ’til they release me
now it’s back to the skeet-skeet
model chick push yo’ l-b–s apart, like you open a tp
blow her back out, started working on a cd
honey, part mexican, i made her go meet me
homie’s in the ‘sha, vl, and gd
threw the hat to the side, sh-t literature knee deep
dp pumpkinhead
man, i done seein’ so much real sh-t but nothin’ said
but if i can’t eat, time to dump the lead
and i don’t care if he black like f-ck the press! (cali!)

[outro]
i said i want the knife…
i want the knife…
pleaaase…

razzy kazzy
razzy kazzy
razzy kazzy

- ras kass

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