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letra de hot razor remix - raynk

im with that f-ck sh-t b-tch
like i’m sheck wes
in this ho smoking pressure
smoking pain
tire smoking them old friends
like f-ck em mane
yall all the same
only holla when ya gotta
oughta left em with the d-mned
on wax
you peep the stains
only time i really drip
flexing all the hatred siting in my f-ckin chest
it’s a trip
how they go from talking sh-t to sucking d-ck
what a flip
but you never could keep your temper
get return to f-cking sender
acting like a pimp, play the primitive part
then i guess this trick, going be you f-cking ender
b-tch i mo clеver than yo ever
could admit
i ain’t nеver sever ties with someone that is him
-your not that guy pal

fly to your side crucify till ur up down
the upside
this iron gone put u down now
well i be in uprise downtown
an uprising not surprising
in sight now
snipe the riot
cause i k!ll defiance
of the pro found
oh wow
thought i would bury hatchet
ha ha know i laugh at has been
cause i b e t
i d i e
before i e n d
at e b
took the inigo pill my thoughts 3d
like johny v
i’m gang gang with gaia
the prophet rasta hasta la vista like mayans
disappear at my peak
lost in the clouds
complete
lee gone
like a masters funeral
the masses amass just pay respects
to the unusual architect
going imhotep to next life
my glyphs painted in shadows
weird thing
you can only read em in the daylight
my life not a movie, it’s a playwright
and script got scr-pped 59 times
till them beats became a lifeline
off the sh-t, on some sh-t, all the time
f-ck u mean, sober or f-cked up i’m still me
cause i was f-cked up way before i ditch sobriety
society n lies to be told
motherf-cker thought he could k!ll me with wall hack
till i put the pistol to his peep hole
thought he was meeting a freak ho
well i guess he still is
guess second i get in the b-tch
i let nina blow
funny tho, cause she ain’t here to give
more like finna take dome
left him lights out, cause upstairs no one was home
better put some cameras on you pad p-ssy boy for bad blood turn you ash
i was born to thrash burn and destroy
burning ok
444 on clock my glock c-cked
make you meet ya idols when the clock stop
suicidal since a boy, the mirror how i get the opp drop
still drop an opp like hot pot
pull the fire pit my pocket, like hot rock
lava flow gotta go next level on you butch ass hoe
get exposed at yo shows i do this while i doze

deaded in a daze
better in the blaze
better than whoever is my age
motherf-cker i done been ahead
since i let it out, i’ve been getting in
found the better route, with a sicker head
i could go without, still a get a leg up
on this game f-ck
the brains out this b-tch
the ick they get for that consciousness
that’s why they call me raynk ho
the cursed, haunted, especially dammed
how the f-ck i tank flows
cracked out, need a bigger boat
way i rip these wavs, no way
you could stay afloat
why they never stay always go
go go
it’s o
k, i know, no
need for an explanation
why im filled up with hatred
and constantly raging
but all dat heat it stay cajun
it ain’t nothing for me to go and blow up this
terroristic threats to my homeland
need some security
they going murder me
for speaking my mof-cking mind
certainly ain’t goin stop soon or any time
after this pacifist turn to pass a fist
just to eat, fed up with playin peace
i let out the beast

- raynk

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