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letra de satan - ruben slikk

[intro]
’cause, ’cause, i pray to satan ’cause, ’cause
’cause, ’cause, i talk to satan ’cause, ’cause

[verse]
if i said i’m finna beat yo ass i mean that sh-t
if i wanna f-ck yo b-tch, bet she had let me hit
lift my spirits up to free my hatred for you, b-tch
bl–dy up yo noggin ’cause i’m selfish wit’ my sh-t
mop yo b-tch ass up for talkin’ down so godd-mn quick
i don’t see y’all n-ggas, why you studying my d-ck?
make you f-ck a ho with hiv, that make you sick
line yo ass on up, eject them bullets from my clip
fat ass n-gga, hottest sh-t, i swear i split yo sh-t
when i catch you slippin’ bet you hide behind yo clique
they don’t love you, n-gga, bet they let me split your wig
all them n-ggas told me that you fake and ain’t ’bout sh-t
i don’t even know you n-ggas, diе from twitter sh-t
compromising, shoot you, you need stiches for your lip
i’ma make you cry, i know you еmo than a b-tch
beat yo ass so reckless even though you grew up rich
call the police on me, n-gga, i ain’t scared of sh-t
’cause i posted bail and left my dumper in the whip
can’t n0body save you, even jesus won’t do sh-t
lock yo ass on target but you don’t know who i’m is
beat you to the floor, now you embarrassed and a b-tch
everybody know you as a twitter f-ggot b-tch
i don’t like his music, so i raped him with my fist
f-ck yo concert, n-gga, i came in here wit’ my b-tch
run my ass backstage and stuck my knife up in his ribs
n-gga dead ass f-ck and layin’ in a pool of jizz
skeeted on his corpse and now his b-tch is mad as sh-t
but i still f-cked that ho, then i passed her to my nig
n-ggas got some guns and some drugs took from you
’cause i like to rob n-ggas and i k!ll these prostitutes
favorite one, don’t want my d-mn ho but she got ass
n-gga come f-cked up, now that n-gga still got aids
i’ma beat yo ass when i see you, on sight
beat yo ass, knock yo ass to the ground, no fight
just ten fingers, b-tch, b-tch, you cryin’ like a ho
you a fat fed b-tch but i want some food though
if i beat yo ass, n-gga, everybody respect me
they don’t respect you ’cause yo ass on the street
laid down, face down wit’ yo d-ck in the dirt
when i knocked yo ass out and i hit you where it hurt
b-tch n-gga, you a ho, f-ck yo whole clique
posh ass n-ggas, man, you soft than a b-tch
yeah, all the n-ggas you wit’
you lazy boys and i will hit yo ass
will punch your ass, kick you in your stomach
kick you in yo leg then a n-gga started punchin’
you in yo mouth, now you bleedin’, now you crunchin’
feeling like a b-tch, talkin’ sh-t but you can’t touch me
[outro]
huh, huh
i’m finna beat yo ass
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- ruben slikk

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