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letra de menacing mining - rcbros

[intro: reckless l]
phh, blackie d-did you f-cking crash our ship again, man?
i told you not to drink that much of that rocket fuel
but okay, now we’re here
man, this-this planet doesn’t have anything, man
and our f-cking engine is rocked
now, like what are we gonna do?
do you have like a f-cking drill and like we’re gonna mine that planet, or?
oh, y-you do have that, okay, okay

[verse 1: reckless l]
reckless the badest to ever exist
while you were sleeping i prepared a gift
like santa i prepared a list
of course you were the naughtiest
and i now have to p-ss on your sh-t
which is wet like a french kiss
that weirdo so sl!ck need no drink for my rizz
just go up to a girl with five kids
turn that five into a six
then leave her fits
what are they gonna miss?
a mister to that miss?
a right hard fist?
know that sh-t cause of our sunken ship
that dipped that’s why i have these jumping tricks
so sick you all fall for it
but i’m gonna i’m gonna stick
just having this tick
of dreaming too big
of feeling restrict
it’s like picking up a cig with a chopstick
this isn’t as quick as dropping it
once loneliness becomes a premise of depressions
a lone menace in the saddest sh-t
i ever lived
need no catalyst
just a little stardust i have sniffed to become an rc-artist
[verse 2: young blackie]
b-tch it’s yung blackie, want drugs got you ask me
fresh out the psychward, full on vals at three
starting at zero i don’t care, b-tch, i got the f-cking dungeonkey
call ma old plug, hypocrit, d-mn that weed still nasty
call ma new plug, reckless pick me up, now smoking on fancy
i’m so sick of y’all, world is dying still work a normal job like npcs
no drug i didn’t touch
d-mn, the devils attracts me
always sleep with one eye open
shut the f-ck up p-ssyboy, young blackie has spoken
gotta keep a knife wit me, it calms my delusions
paranoid illusions, i’m a psycho
mofuggas be too quick jumping to conclusions
i remember when i was seven, already depressed, had no friends livin in seclusion
loner, tat in on my face, so there’s no confusion
if you got a problem, daddy black got the solution
watch your back, y’all still got open invoices
with a broken, psyched out f-cker that hears non-existent voices
wanna hear you make squeeking noises

- rcbros

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