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letra de deal wit it - ruthless

[verse 1]
the flow is hot and beat is cold again
angry blonde with white tee, i’m little eminem
why is the game suffering from the state it’s in
i’ma murder you rappers time to reload the clip again
grew up with nothing, microwaved food with water
bullied as a youth, live half my life without a father
the man don’t mean sh-t to me, i don’t even bother
these kids in the school didn’t like the way i was rapping sh-t
so i ’ma take advantage of my anger and f-cking attack with it
you wanna bully me, i leave you in a cold puddle of blood for messing with me
why do you think you have the right to take advantage of me
i was on prescription meds for the stress, i try to encounter it
but i don’t give a f-ck what category you put me in
i could be white trash, a n-body, and a worthless piece of sh-t
those words you’ve been saying to me are gonna get you hit
give you so much anger you forget what wrist to slit
i lived in this life, so i have the right to say this sh-t
n-body cares about ya fake friends and lethal cannabis
not even my family can’t even help me from the situations in which god gave
n-body can control me, i’m an uncaged animal fueled with rage

[hook]
deal with it, accept this sh-t
n-body’s ready for the state of mind i’m in
i spit words that are weapons, no glock with it
i’m running outta time, break the clock and extend that sh-t
i tell them deal with it, accept this sh-t
i’m in the state of mind that pac attacked b.i.g. in
i’ll hit em up if you try to rock my sh-t
and f-ck you up with the words that are weapons i -ssault you with

[verse 2]
you think you insult me with the words i spit, really i don’t give a sh-t
hide behind your friends and prove that you’re a b-tch
you’re a p-ssy that grew up his whole life without a d-ck
i’ma about to attack the beat
get slapped with a murder case like drake killing meek
you’re a two b-tches without the cup
fighting over what ananaconda’s in your b-tches sh-t
like i said, nicki can stand that you still gossip
you just wanna “know, know, know, know” how about f-ck no
you claiming you got sh-t, but nicki pays your sh-t and saved your career from being bankrupted tho
threw you outta the grave, you ain’t pac and you’ll never be him hoe
no wonder why you hatin’ cause you a sorry excuse to philly
mixed the cheese and steak, and you f-cking fake
it’s seems like your sorry -ss can’t catch a break
you’re a groupie more than nicki for god’s sake
lil snupe is rolling in his grave for god’s sake
how are you consider a rapper when you cry and sob more than drake
you’re a snitch and lying piece of sh-t
so i’ma make a movie on this diss and f-cking flip the script

[hook]

[verse 3]
i hate the fact that people go behind your back and talk sh-t
it proves to the world that you’re a little b-tch
if go on twitter and say some crazy sh-t it’s about you b-tch
don’t start problems that you can’t finish, cause in this fight i will win it
you wanna fight with words, i’m good at that
come outside and try to dismantle me with your fists
i’ll come back and destroy you
i’ll make sure that you ain’t remembered and n-body even knows you
i hate you people, you make an angry and cause me to blackout when i’m mad
cause once that happens, i ain’t accountable for my actions
you either deal wit it, or i’ll rock your sh-t
send your -ss so high faster than a rocketship
get ready for the lift off, n-body wants to see me p-ssed off
i flip you off, and beat your -ss, proving that you’re too soft
you running round mayweather, i’m about to knock you out
my hands are like mike tyson, taking your f-cking ear off
i eat you p-ss-es for breakfast, and chop you up at dinner
cook you in the oven and feed my dog your liver
i ain’t a perfect person, i’ma f-cking sinner
i sold my soul to this game to not end up a loser but a f-cking winner

[hook]

- ruthless

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