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letra de armageddon - rumr

[hook: ric da vinci]
the t only hot if the fire supplied
cooks to pyros, set the kitchen timer
blase blah get ya popcorn ready
or the next pop is ya armageddon

[verse 1: ric da vinci]
armour on
got my head steady
boutta teabag t’s bag of bullsh-t baby
august weather but he yellin may day
we supporting you but you only hear the pay day
never gave a sh-t about the 20-sum hits
sum of bricks thrown up equals a tetris glitch
difference is, we saw the outcome if the gang never switched
he gon’ talk about blowing up but he just blowing his tip while giving false tips
t a far miss

sound the alarm wrists spinnin outta control
only control you got of ya soul is the play and pause b-tton on all of our songs
gettin’ defeat step in ya soul
next time don’t do yaself wrong
and think twice before barkin dog

[hook: ric da vinci]
the t only hot if the fire supplied
cooks to pyros, set the kitchen timer
blase blah get ya popcorn ready
or the next pop is ya armageddon

[verse 2: mugen styles]
boy you a scaredy cat
calling me a p-ssy
where the call been at?
you can’t be direct
rather hide behind the screen
and your disrespect
claim anxiety
no propriety
the t only hot
when the fire supplied
hatred reside
inside of your heart
so you project it onto others
ya smart ass
not confident
in your art-ass-b-tch
deleting all your streams
but you not h0m-phobic?
using all them slurs
but you “got g-y friends”
that make you insecure
fragile masculinity
you gon’ crash and burn
cause real support only shown
when it’s actually earned

[hook: ric da vinci]
the t only hot if the fire supplied
cooks to pyros, set the kitchen timer
blase blah get ya popcorn ready
or the next pop is ya armageddon

[verse 3: j-r3d]
finna put this dog down man f-ck pet-co-vic
who the vet and who the b-tch
non-rappin ass hoes have no say in hip-hop
bow to ya father i have always been the abbott
you in hot water like that flower named jasmine
game on a t b-tch i’m soarin’ like aladdin
you can not compete better go back to reactin
ctrl+alt+del ya character lackin
first you got godflow now you get the dragon
i’ll burn ya whole f-ckin crib down to some ashes
it’s funny how you ass kiss but call me a f-ggot
you livin so depressed stuck in sh-t like maggot
i k!ll you wit one line n-gga thats my caption
a n-gga talkin sh-t didn’t behind screens was never worthy
you live in washington b-tch come downa jersey
30 f-ckin shots at face like i’m curry
better scurry little rat you get k!lled on the trap
you ain’t f-ckin wit the cat you get bullied like i’m shaq
you ain’t bother in the tad bit you always on that cap sh-t
trust me lil boy i got much more in the stash
if you really want some problems just send me the ave

- rumr

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