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letra de håm - ratcheft

[verse 1: legit]
im smashing instrumentals it murder w/ the hammers ive chosen
got enough raps to go around like this planet in orbit
i will slaughter the whole while their only damaging portions
barely withstanding..
my forces greater than vy canis majoris!
never stand in the open when i put hand on the holster
f— around and have your flesh baked like a ham in the roaster
we are hammering the scandalous w/ no remorse!
id like to celebrate this right before i torch the corpse -tosses lit match-
that weird goon who drops‘acid on the base
a reaction that’s equivalent to havoc taking place
like were m-ssacring haters, couldn’t have it w/ the fakes
cuz they tell me that im just a another savage w/ the mace
with no intelligence the devil is inferior to legit
harder than an anchor that is sittin on the cement
i lead dark legions, that’s 300 deep in
we sleep many adversaries without dreaming
im spittin like your b— , she doesn’t swallow the sperm..
and what we do in your bedroom is not your concern
i drop bombs on the track to destroy the beat
im that mutant who records so behold the beast is…
out of the cage that’s about to engage in..
187 and -ssaults w/ a blades pen
you stupid motherf-ckers don’t get it like layman’s
when explaining how i lyrically slay them…
yea
[verse 2: swayze]
follow me into the dark and you will find
an -ssh0l-, an asinine
slash ya wrist with knives
where the pesticide? i need a fix
its like, fruit to mind im used to lying
confused sometimes, never seen this sh–
believe me this
ive been, floating on could nine w/ tila tequila
them big t-ts
im a h-rney b-st-rd, ain’t no way to even hide the sh–
i smoke a lot a weed, don’t help me to remind the sh–
catch me rhyming quick while sticking my c-ck to your mother’s cl-t
oops, scoop
f— ed your b— up, in the new coupe
drop her -ss off at night on skidrow
just a person to bluetooth
the new dude, clever nice w/ some ol’ school
higher than you’ve ever seen and n— you already know too
[verse 3: keef]
5 1 5 0
smitten and demented and quick to slice a deer’s throat
flow straight crack, dope through your stereo
doses of potions slow sh-t , sh-t appears slow..
sicker than any b— es you can pick up
pitch stick to these simp sl-ts till they hiccup
you should be ashamed of yourself..to get a quick bust
you l!ck c—
your sh– -headed, was your brim up?
im so sick of the politics
im polishing my young gun
so i can aim it at obama’s kids
keef dahmer is willing to cease drama
when people stop being deceitful and be honest
find f-cking facts in the dakness
that’s whay im nastier than african condoms
sad, and solemn verses from god’s lip
you should stop b-tching and listen this be that art sh-t !
masterpieces of plastered feces
cop heat for the pastor
while you leap in the rapture
i be in the background laughin
why front?
your air-headed, your mind is absent
do not ask sh-t
if it don’t stink or get my high..
then no i ain’t down w/ that sh-t

- ratcheft

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