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letra de modern savages - roman da'fro

grab her by the waste, bend it over, f-ck the world like it’s ya favorite girl
churls to the world, love it when she’s looking pretty now give a little twirl
make her split like pangaea, spit on it like mia khalifa
little money maker bring the cheddar ain’t talking no velveeta
preying on the weak, starving all week, take food from the mouth know they gotta eat
wolves play it cool with the sheep till it’s time for em to show the t–th
kicked while their down, left to fight for the scr-ps on the ground
on some bullsh-t, circle jerking em, motion of a merry go round, how it goes down
split the veins of the earth make it bleed for our own greed
we’re the sickness most of what we touch turn to sh-t, who the real disease?
in all of us theirs a monster, trying to genghis khan conquer
conjure! up evil spirits pull the strap smoke a n-gga like ganja
on the podium, it’s a game of throne’s; someone f-cked on or f-cked over
when sh-t pop off…bodies fall like leaves in october
humanity is insanity, see the wound self-inflicted agony
by the end of this joint more death than a greek tragedy

ground rumbling, everything crumbling, into smithereens
h-ll on and it gets worse, what the h-ll is happening
it ain’t no hope for us, lord have mercy on us
back to the stone ages, withered to ash and dust

world leaders turn to world deceivers, putting on a fraud false demeanor
bring down the law, crack a n-gga jaw, break a n-gga femur, put em in a fema
it’s known, we do each other like brutus did caesar
didn’t give a d-mn, sliced that n-gga up like a surgical procedure
who could give d-mn bout mother nature, trying to find a way to make some paper
take what we want, when we f-cking want it, coming over like the great crusaders
terrorizing, smoke in the horizon, bullet dodging the original target
now lying on the ground, face down, is a by standing carcass!
everybody down prepping, everybody got a weapon watch where you treading
misstep, heaven’s gates or h-ll’s dungeon is where you heading
he got a semi, he got a semi, he got one too
he shot the hood, he shot himself and he shot a f-cking school!
i’d say f-ck it, world in a ruckus, let apocalypse happen now!
napalm burn the flesh to bone while the whole world on lock down
bullets raining on the earth hit the dirt, one caught you slipping, in a world of hurt
no need to fight, no need to fight, you’ll happen to make it worse

it’s the end, we’re doomed, cross the sky, darkness looms
saw the cloud heard the boom, heat wave cross the planet summer june
who ya saver, hope you meet ya maker and he take ya from this dreaded place
the human races a basket case, asking to be erased, rub em out wipe the slate
what a waste, let em lay to waste, body and the soul separate, segregate
let the planet be inherited by some c-ckroaches and some filthy ass apes

it ain’t no hope for us, lord have mercy on us
back to the stone ages, withered to ash and dust

- roman dafro

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