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letra de dnim ym morf em evas - "rhymemaster" charlie g

[verse one:]
verse one can’t undo what was done (forgive me)
when i was born i should’ve came with a warning label
turn the table n’ write rhymes that make me so angry
my eyes squint and my face turn straight
random anger and hate spikes
round and round like a bike
say i gotta get right
my mind left me
most definitely insane gotta take the pain out
f-ck weather, rise to the surface from oregon
no such thing as a rain out
tide for my white to get the blood stains out
cocaine in a line now inside my snout
eyes dilated like satan himself
i’m santa’s worst elf but completely f-ckin’ useless
don’t confuse me for a f-ckin’ doormat
i try to be a nice guy
doing nice things
f-ckin’ back stab me, cut that neck with vise grips
beat ‘er down several ways
then watch them slip in their own h-ll
either or watch them swell
success is the best type of victory
i won’t settle for less
call me what you want i call myself r.m.c.g
stands for rhymemaster charlie g
fresh arrival from the 5-0-3
why try to be my rival?
splatter brains like ketchup packets stepped on floor
suckers try to get this flow milk
smoother than silk want to be
i wasn’t raised to be a crip or blood
nor did i become one
colors k!ll brothers and done
if god gave me a son raise him better than my father raised me
bullets grazed me
pastor jones of the church changed me
had a few good friends and a few cousins die
now thinking about it, death doesn’t faze me
the thought of ripping the heart out of my enemies amaze me
let me change these rhyme words just real quick
cut like shl!ck razors
shut out the government up in flames or truth
words to the youth, stay curious
but sh-t is getting serious
i’m getting furious
don’t be intimidated when i run the dream team of (rappers)
topography and map this whole plan on this
whole earth
is this to violent?
i remain silent and bottle up
n thrust like i’m rubbing my c-ck in between some b cups
oh please drive me out in a casket not a basket
run into the tip of a spear
sick and twisted
had a lot of opportunities but i missed it
your so called b-tch’s loyal p-ssy i fist it
i stand out as a misfit
don’t quit but i spit literal fire
a bottle of smirnoff and a barbecue lighter
left hand dominant so i’m quite the fighter
hit this sh-t man it’ll get you higher than the galaxy
no art in my gallery only empty vases
and a mirror looking empty faces
empty sp-ces fill my apartment
tear apart men like torture machines
wanna hear a joke about america
rights exist and were all equal
black seen as a parasite its all just a sequel
don’t dig on my burial grounds
turn the presidents smile to a straight frown
go round round turn him into a clown
dumb -ss cheez it
ill repeat it
dumb -ss cheez it
he eats the drama don’t feed it
karma once bit me in my -ss
depict me for last
trigger finger ready to murder
figure is steady for further reason
backlash this isn’t treason
i’m trapped in my mind save me from it
i’ll shatter the skulls of peasants
the only thing heavier than the b-ss is my (n-ts-ck)
f-ck with me if you smoke crack
x fans on xans so i gotta say vro
what is it that they know?

(sighs)

[charlie g, talking:]
i need to chill down and smoke some indo, holy f-ck

- rhymemaster charlie g

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