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letra de do you really want to do this? - romeo thorn

[intro]
do you really want to f-cking do this?/
“say h-llo to my little friend” -scarface (1983)
load the pocket rocket, aim it then c-ck it, missile lock it then pop it/
load the pocket rocket, aim it then c-ck it, missile lock it then pop it/
load the pocket rocket, aim it then c-ck it, missile lock it then pop it/

[chorus]
you think these are all just raps but b-tch i’m really trying to scr-p/
just let me know where the f-ck you’re at and we can bet cash/
maybe i’ll wrap you up in a garbage bag and throw you in the trash/
or better yet just cremate you and burn you down to ash/

[verse 1]
climbing out of the pit that b-tch threw me in like the dark knight/
guess i f-cked up again some pig’s gonna have to read my rights/
one day when i see you again we’ll have to have a knife fight/
you knew she was mine, catch you slipping deep in the night/
like hi b-tch i could gut your boyfriend like a fish/
i might just take your guy’s life for f-cking with mine/
but being back with you girl is my only wish/
so i’ll just have to beat that boy up until his eyes are black and bluish/

[verse 2]
i’ll beat the f-ck out of you and make you scream and pee/
i wanna strangle you and rip the grill right out of your t–th/
you don’t what the f-ck to do you’ll get bruised and beat/
i’ll be staring and laughing at you while your f-cking gums bleed/
although i really just wanna bludgeon you until i take away your heartbeat/
i’ll just settle with pummeling you with my fists because your obsolete/
but do you really just want to bleed all over the concrete?/
don’t make me cut you so f-cking deep as i watch all the blood seep/
[chorus]
you think these are all just raps but b-tch i’m really trying to scr-p/
just let me know where the f-ck you’re at and we can bet cash/
maybe i’ll wrap you up in a garbage bag and throw you in the trash/
or better yet just cremate you and burn you down to ash/

[verse 3]
i wish i could apologize for all of the mistakes i’ve made/
but i’m full from all of these problems on my f-cking plate/
i can never relate to the all of these snakes in my way/
who hate and say my name in vein but never to my f-cking face/
they act like my life’s a game but i’m never entertained/
i’d rather get face from your b-tch while i’m baked/
then i dip without a single trace and turn up the bass/
i want the whole motherf-cking bank and better bring the rakes/

- romeo thorn

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