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letra de aftermath - ruthless

[verse 1]
i’ma bout to finish like scorpion from mortal kombat
slice and dice on your -ss, i’ma bout to snap
my flow is so hot, it broke the f-cking thermostat
why do you think i can’t rap, my bars are so lethal it will leave a mess and vanish faster than that cat in the hat
who’s the p-ssy now
turn my music up higher than that loud
i can’t be quiet, death comes out one ear and your burial outta the other
hip-hop’s full of f-ckers just like they d-mn mothers
i’m on a brutal rampage, watch me unleash all my rage, i’m an open book don’t turn the f-cking page
cause i’ll stomp all over you like a god d-mn parade
i’m delivering that punch, watch out for the line
cause once i’m finished with you, i’m f-cking your b-tch from behind
this games more of a circus than a joke, i’m running out of time

[hook]
dismantle the beat till it is demolished
and speak at it’s funeral how ironic
a lot of you rappers are f-cking fake
get off my d-ck and go rape drake
i’m punishing every single rapper in my path
they’re feeling my weapon of unholy wrath
prepare for the aftermath of a hip-hop psychopath

[verse 2]
i’m spitting this sh-t right off the dome
i didn’t find anything i’m spitting on google chrome
if you think you’re better than me, go ahead and try me
i’ll humiliate you so bad you’ll be in a hospital bed with an iv
i’ll light this game up like a christmas tree
cut santa claus’ head off and have meek mill be that one and only elf
that nicki decided to put on shelf
it’s my naughty piece of meat now b-tch, go find quentin miller and suck drake’s d-ck
my hotline blings now b-tch, i’m about to shock hip-hop by turning on the switch
i’m ready to flip the script
spit fire on a trampoline and make it flip
spit on a producers beat and slaughter that b-tch
blow up legs so the only thing that you can do is crawl
while you overdose on a bottle of aderol
once we go face-to-face i’ll slice you up like leatherface
lick the blades of the chainsaw and tie his sorry -ss to a crucifix
if young metro don’t shoot you, i will
you ain’t gonna have a future cause ciara found out you were making dirty sprite your one and only b-tch
i-m-a f-u-c-k u-p w-h-a-t-s left of ya
let’s play a game like jigsaw
take your eye out like i’m on block 1738
and have fetty sing a different tune “why am i so gay”
mock your style cause the illuminati took your eye away
you stupid human pyramid, when you rap you sound like your on a gigantic period
shove monty straight up your -ss and show the real ‘trap queen’
hip-hop hoooo f-cking ray

[hook]

[verse 3]
as you stand around talking that your life is all of that
slim jesus hides in the corner having a deadly heart attack
you don’t g-ngb-ng sh-t, you ain’t even have a taste of that
dewey’s r-t-rded brother, devil baby on crack
you can’t even rap, your more of a p-ssy than my f-cking cat
your pathetic, your sh-t, you suck a lot of d-cks
your father’s an addict and your mother called it quits
i just went there, oh sh-t
it’s a cold world when you sold your soul and the devil refused to become your b-tch
i’m here to take what’s mine
if you step to me you’ll explode like a land mine
if you don’t know me, i’ma military grade lyricist
my words are weapons, they’re more lethal than my fists
i’ma shoot those bullets backwards, it’s deadly ever after
your a bunch of hypocrites and egotistical b-st-rds
i don’t know how you consider yourselves as rappers
i’ve been lifting hip-hop on my shoulders, my back hurts
again and again, it’s gonna be the same sh-t again
but it’s on a different day, where the sun doesn’t shine and you f-ckers hibernating until the beginning of may

- ruthless

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