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letra de the storm - s god

[ verse 1: s god ]
all these stupid motherf-ckers think i need to be on medication
but it’s off with they head, f-ckin’ amputation
they say my aggrivation’s way out of control
’till i shut the f-ckers up with the barrel of a gun yo
tortured mind but it’s been like that since birth
i feel like a fallen angel dropped upon the earth
so i guess that means that my name is lucifer
my life is like a nightmare, plus that sh-t is lucid bruh
wanna play a game? i’m really sure that you’ll love it
saw you into pieces and i’ll cook you in the oven
then i’ll serve it to your family for dinner on christmas
hope they have cannibalism somewhere on their whishlist
b-tch it’s
just a motherf-cker on a k!lling spree
anyone can get it give a f-ck ’bout disabilities
tell the world to suck the g*nius demon’s p-n-s
god d-mnit look what i’ve done i’ve ‘gon and p-ssed of jesus
’cause the way i’m talkin’ to his children i don’t give a f-ck tho
cut a b-tches juggular ’cause i’m so cutthrought
illuminati made me do this
sayin’ i’m not the truest
hoe you must be truley stupid
and your life you ’bout to lose it
god d-mn
what the f-ck you thought it was hoe
only tryna nut i ain’t never been in love hoe
f-ck all of your favorite rappers i am so above yo
anything you do just will never be enough bro
i am too holy better adress me as that
‘fore i put the gun to your head, make your brains go splat
f-ck all of you rappers all you b-tches are some frauds
all you f-ckers are just mortal but b-tch i am a god

[ verse 2: oxy ]
don’t come around me with the fake sh-t
don’t come around me ’cause i heard you a flake b-tch
you ain’t got it like i got it tho
you ain’t get it like i’m getting dough
level up
fill my cup
young n-gga know what’s up
i’ve been chillin’ get buck
you been sittin’ in a rutt
don’t do sh-t
i been workin’ on my grind
talkin’ new sh-t
boy i’m ’bout to loose it
boy you better back up
’cause i don’t f-ck with acters
i’m actually angry
i’m chillin’ with my gang g
where you really wanna be
i’m blowin’ up off the thc
go ahead and run it back
i’m load another couple hunned tracks
i’mma beat it ’till it’s blue and black
no one ’round here really doin’ that
pay me couple hunned racks
now you starin’ at the facts
like i put it all in black and white
now a young n-gga blew up like he did it in a night

- s god

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