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letra de pariah - samuel vincent

[verse]
i’m a fat man i’m getting ready to drop the bomb
you a simbalton, i call you mufasa son
cleanse your soul like it’s ramadan
i’m a f-cking revelation, you could read that in the right quran
that make the bible wrong
homie holding on the rifle strong with a sniper arm like he fight in nam
i crash weddings and get f-cking obliterated
kick the groom out the window, tell the bride that he didn’t make it
i’m ludacris, all i do is act a fool
leave you stuck in the field in danger, back to school
i’m obnoxious like a track off of volume 2
k!ll your f-cking fam now you live in solitude
i’ll ground a dude like’s he premium beef
and if you f-cking with me homie then they peeling the street
you feeling defeat
now your maker you’ll meet
i sick the hounds on you doggie like i’m feeding them treats
ha ha ha
yeah
(f-cking b-st-rd)
you ain’t seeing me cousin
if i’m in a bad mood then you leaving me cousin
gimme a hammer and i promise you it’s game over
blowing lines of white throughout the night in the range rover
this anger inside, i mangle ya hide
and if you f-cking with me homie then your ankles are tied
yeah
[verse]
a savage disease, you never thought a maggot could bleed
a look from me will force your bladder to pee like steeping bags of tea
i’m an alcoholic misfit with slit wrists
dancing on the graves of your brothers for some sick kicks
call me john wilkes, i’m spitting in the booth
get ya head blown back, i’m sicker than the croup
i’m sitting in the coupe waiting for this b-tch to breathe
‘cuz she been bobbing for apples under my fricken’ seat
speaking of head, i leave yours under the christmas tree
burning on some different leaves with these cryptic keys
call me craig mack i bring the flava to ya ear
i pack the knapsack just in case you disappear
come on homie, you gotta rob faster
i drop b-st-rds, i’m bringing bars back like jon taffer
you moving like a chud, i’m shooting like a flood
the sunshine has died now we moving through the mud
i get crazy with a b-st-rd’s maul in a pit with men who fiending like going through crack withdrawal high on adderall
i’m dunkin’ on the competition like coffee or basketball
you a punk that fell off after all
you can’t spit with this
you fly too close to the sun just like icarus
you know i’m way too sick with this
infected like i transmitted syphilis, you a little b-tch
get ya head crushed into little bits
[outro]
yeah
sv
the coalition
divine science
you been known
bring it motherf-cker
yeah
ha ha ha ha ha

- samuel vincent

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