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letra de vaccination - rayd

[verse 1]
i was mentioned on maury the other day
no not a s-xual story but he was talking ’bout
how i’m out and destined for glory
so i’ma get to recording til i’m on a respiratory
i’m twisting my wrist like a novelist
the rest of the story is boring and it’s kinda gory when i let you get going
i’ll be blowing cold wind like the winter is snowing
in the middle of summer, and my engine is roaring
sounding like it’s a hummer, but they’re way too annoying
toying ’round with the fact that i got money
i do not honey, i’ve just been rapping and i got dutty
got buddies to vibe and jot funny lines
and they stopped bunning or some of them did
anyways the top runnings ours
our bars are far darker than mars
far farther than yours will ever be
a century ahead of the enemy
many men i see are weak queers
it’s easy to seek fear ahead by a leap year
it’s making me speak weird, keep clear
if you wanna get your meat smeared
let’s meet there and you can get beat here
you can witness me winning the medal
like the incredible heavyweight against devils
turn the decibels up another level
got a bevel emboss and i’m the boss
so don’t ever come across me the wrong way
can you f-cking hear what my songs say?
i can go all f-cking day, sing along baby

[hook]
this is my proclamation
i came to talk to nations
i got a lot of faith that
all the waiting gone to waste but
no more procrastination
this my -ss-ssination
the f-cking wrath is waiting
come get your vaccination x2

[verse 2]
after facing off your face is off, it’s game over
range rover all over, deranged motor with a brain choker
chain smoker with doper weed wrote a rosary on rotary toms
i go to read on but it’s gone and non-legible
federal evidence can get the residents
medical attention and intelligence but it’s irrelevant
tell me again how marijuana isn’t medicine
you’re just jealous and i don’t care where the h-ll it’s been
they only sell it in certain cellars and only certain buyers can smell it
usually veterans with bad backs who act wack
flip ’em the flapjack, i gotta grab that ’round back
hide in the knapsack so fat -ss cops don’t bother me
when they’re onto me lead them all to believe it’s a robbery
and i’m the victim, victory is mine again
so go grab a heineken and spit that line again

[hook]

- rayd

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