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letra de ttp - rex spit

[chorus]
six feet in the dirt, goin’ up with my chest
if they talk me down, then i’m stepping on they neck
imma set a target down, now i’m on to the next
steady beating on his face ’till his very last breath
(huh, huh, huh)
until his very last breath, well f-ck, now i’m conscious
i’m tired, hungry, high, nauseous
stop the nonsense, i’m getting tired of that sh-t
goin’ up to the top, yeah you should’ve trust the process
(huh, huh, huh, huh)

[verse 1]
you bought fake coke, yeah you should’ve used a middle-man
you ain’t ever been on big sh-t, yous’ a little man
paypal banned mе, lookin’ for a settlement
find whеre you at and imma beat you in the face
(huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
find out where you stay and i’m stepping on your toes
you ain’t been to the army like g.i. joe
f-ck the friendly competition, i ain’t hanging with my foes
you do open mic
we sell out, you close
(huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

[verse 2]
bring the yellow, tape the white
tape, ’cause i’m so straight
break into your house, take your life
this is all a waste
punk is what you make
i’m oblivious, forget about the day
whole time it’s just another f-cking mistake
i keep moving, i don’t care about what you say

- rex spit

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