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letra de goat ma5k - rottenmynded

loopy snoopy: f-ck you talking ’bout, i’ll slap your favorite rapper dead in the mouth, n-gga. rotten, say the word, n-gga

pyro traxx: ain’t no giving up in this, nah. ain’t none of that, not a n-gga like you

venom: yeah, lyrical exercise cuz we definitely gotta flex on these n-ggas

verse: dear slim, i wrote you but you haven’t called up, if you answer, hold up- i’ma fart on the phone line, that’s how you gas a goat up- on contact- and i want cash for this little contract, get a mathers quarter, masked up like “hand all those masters over”…cuz i’m broke- so i’m sending this track to rosen-berg, and half the slaughter-house fam- even nickle is gonna pass the torch, i’m- only 5’6 but my afro’s taller/bumped your tracks of course, since a kid, with a fix- of crooked i (eye), like my glasses falling…adjust them, “and just in- we received news of another puerto rican n-gga tryna smash through doors at forbes, detaching doorkn-bs, said all he wants is for stan to autograph a starter- cap”…whoa…

nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say- but don’t everybody f-cking bud in (budden) at once, it’s rotten in the flesh like a zombie with a rash, i’m bold en-ough, to go hop the fence- at rihanna’s crib- just to ask for a glass of water- from between her legs, and drink away- like a stream from saratoga- springs, then bend her over- to see her drip…eat it quick, make a scenic fl!ck- on the backroom casting sofa/em said she loves kinky sh-t, lil freak tried to stab my scr-t-m- blood splattered on the- mattress, vulgar- when i spit…tried getting roman’s revenge- with a trojan and bent- nicki to grab and grope her/before either one of us could climax, her ass exploded…like ahhh…
in my bedroom i used to have aftermath on posters- like they’re backstreet boys ta’- young b-tches, way back, when i was on a f-cking psycho-path that led me to smash some daughters…
n-ggas thinking that they’re big shots, when in reality they ain’t nothing but glass mimosas/i’ll smack every clown thinking that it raps ferocious, face painted, rocking all black like-

the crow…

in fact, i noted- i’m in all black, smacking rap clowns, like batman back-smacking joker…i was 16 when i heard em say he wanted to thrash dakota- fanning, and i was thinking me too, we should ping pong the b-tch, go back and forward/even catch some action in a fashion store, and wrap a cord ’round macklemore to bash his skull up- stash my drawers with cash withdrawals that could pay for more than half my wardrobes, and a mansion for us/tell curtis jackson i want mags and kalashnikovs, enough ammo to handle ar-mys…dismantle armor, anim-al, with a brain the size of kardashian wallets…
and i woke up in a sh-tty mood, don’t wanna do no interviews, just wanna k!ll a few of these celebrities you people really get into… eliminate “myself,” – all thanks to cancel culture, sh-t i’ll probably get canceled ‘fore i- get the chance to blow up/tell chance i got rhythm and flow, and want cardi on the tip til her back is broke, but- don’t set me off, b-tch, i’m off-set, and keep 3 blades, hugh jack in wolver-ine…(you got fire!) like i raw-dog smashed a homeless b-tch…and got aids, but decap’d it off- like nick berg, quick verse- k!lling, n-gga, what the f-ck do i gotta do for attention?- say eminem sucks at pop, like he’s trying to vacuum soda?!…or give caitlyn jenner a handjob?, rock a maga hat with yeezys?, bump drakes “controlla?”/wake walt disney out of his rapist coma, then play g-y til i’m scr-ping yola?…or-

-caw-

get crows feet- from my lack of sleep?, i’m tryna compose a flow that- even em couldn’t fathom how i managed to cause so much havoc, he ain’t see sh-t like that since the first time he said the word “f-ggot”- on the slim shady lp, that was my bible, now i don’t buy bull, i do- not step inside of churches, i start melting, that’s why i’m yelling out to god to f-cking help me!
chika chika

dear slim, i wrote you but you haven’t called up, if you answer, hold up…i’ma trace that phone, and lyrically slash your throat up- on contact- and i want cash for this little contract, get a mathers quarter, masked up like “hand all those masters over”…cuz i’m broke- so i’ll send this track to boogie, gonna bash your roster…half of slaughter- ortiz gon pass the torch, i’m- the other boricua, a bad new yorker/bumped

your tracks of course, since a kid, with a fix- of doc dre, your dad from compton…adjust them, “and just in- we received news of that f-cking puerto rican n-gga tryna smash through doors at forbes, detaching doorkn-bs, said all he wants is for stans to autograph his starter- cap”…whoa
ay

you mu’f-ckers relax, cuz rottenmynded not playing

i’m a pile of sh-t…i’m a pile of sh-t…i love you, but i’m a pile of sh-t

la lala- lala la la lala

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