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letra de reyes celaya - reyes celaya

intro
ayo, it’s a miracle to be this lyrical while y’all just keep it spiritual
i don’t f-ck with hoes ’cause they nasty as cereal

verse 1
you know i keep it real
just need one chance to be the rapper but if this b-tch starts to trip you know i gotta slap her
this is the real me, at times i can be shady but for the most part i’m friendly
as long as you don’t tempt me things won’t get messy
never claimed to be a g
can’t walk but i can’t talk so all my haters need to kick rocks ‘fore they end up trapped in a box
in school i wish i can say that i was cool but i never really gave a f-ck about the rules and that’s probably why i got in trouble for bull
i’ve always been antisocial i guess it’s ’cause i have this hatred for people in general
on my lunch break all i would do is be outside cl-ssrooms going in circles a bunch of times spitting rhymes
better than snorting up lines
i wasn’t a wild child
all i wanted to do was rap, everyone who knows me knows that
back when i was rapping “cleanin’ out my closet” on my moms mp3
guess she was amazed on how fast i was spitting it that she called my aunt to discuss it
its funny, ’cause ain’t n0body taught me
this rhyming ability just came natural to me
as a youngin i was the they weren’t supportin’
always telling me “you’ll never make it” and all i can say is “suck it”

bridge
just so you know i’m riding solo ’cause i ain’t got time for hoes
this is how i roll bumping lil moco and i ain’t talking about the one that comes out your nose

verse 2
what’s next?
you know i be flexin’ on all my ex’s and ignoring on my text messages
all these new rappers make me want to throw up
i don’t give a f-ck, that’s why i’m chucking my deuces up
oh, my bad my middle finger must be stuck
fill up my cup with dr pepper instead of cough syrup
see a pretty hina from china and be like “sup? you tryna get drunk? ’cause you know i want to see that junk in the trunk”
f-ck am i talking about?
i’ve never been good with the ladies, geez
in elementary i’d be too shy to ask a girl out so i’d just stare at her like she’s the most beautiful star in the sky and it that ain’t no lie
used to live in the projects
it seems like i’m not only rapper that don’t talk about s-x
soon as i get to cashing checks i’m going to buy a rolex
don’t think you won’t suplexed with your napoleon complex
reyes celaya, b-tch, i’m too busy spitting that fire that i’m running out of saliva
i’m from nevada but i’m so hot you’d think that i was from arizona
i don’t drink beer but if i did i’d drink enough to get a buzz no lightyear
now, let’s switch gears ’cause i don’t even know how these whack rappers have careers
you know i don’t show love to boy bands ’cause they queers
this generation of rap music makes me sick to my stomach
don’t mean to sound like a pr-ck but who in the h-ll would sign this sh-t?
all y’all do is mumble so i came to knock you out of this ring b-tch, rumble rumble
while i’m watching you stumble you know i got to be humble
b-tch, sit down you looking like a clown with a crown and when pinky the clown comes to town you know we be getting down on clowning around like james brown
this hombre got bars for days
i don’t give a f-ck what y’all say
suck my d-ck ’til my p-b-s turn gray, till i bust a nut or i’ll punch you in your gut
just know that i don’t give a f-ck, i’ll beat a b-tch up
“reyes, what happened? you used to be a gentleman but now it seems that you’ve turned into a demon”
yeah, ’cause y’all wouldn’t stop trippin’ so i turned into a 21 year old eric cartman
i’m a show off like dolph
find the white girl and slap her on the -ss fast and take off
now thats what i call a hit and run
calm down i’m just having fun
shoot you with a water gun and laugh till there’s something wrong with my lungs
uppercut sl-ts that get injections in their b-tts
catch me hanging like robbie williams or saddam hussein
i’m insane, like your b-tch when she gives me brain
oh
b-tch, got me all cross eyed and when she calls its denied
i’m going way too hard on this song
if you diss me and think i won’t respond then you must be on something like cheech and chong
i’ll have your sister in nothing but a thong, blowing me like a bong
you think you going to play boy?
who do you think you are hugh hefner?
all i do is eat, sleep and break streaks, boy, you can call me brock lesnar
wait a minute, i can’t say the n word so i’ll just flip ’em the bird
gotta keep it smart like a nerd
d-mn, before i go ham let me drop the mic like method man

- reyes celaya

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