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letra de amazing inelegance - selfmxdebless

[part i]

[intro]
haze

[verse]
testing like a f-ckin’ quiz, i’m bout to break your f-ckin’ biz’ (uh-huh)
this the type of sh-t that makes you wanna slap a b-tch (yeah)
and tell those wh0re-y c-nts to suck my nuts while their knees gettin’ sore (sore, n-gga)
break into your f-ckin’ house, have a chainsaw to your nose (yeah)
who the f-ck are these n-ggas? all i see is f-ckin’ clones
roamin’ around like some roaches, gettin’ bogus, havin’ no bonus
b-tch, i turn a p-ssy to a f-cking disabled b-tch
have him swarm his arms around like he looking for a bagel, b-tch
this lil’ n-gga is unable to join our site (uh-huh)
don’t you step closer to me, n-gga, i will f-ckin’ bite
and snap your neck until it’s bleedin’ on sight
k!ll your f-ckin’ animal, rеst in h-ll, f-ckin’ dyk-
i’m in the f-ckin’ booth, tеaring up like a cat on a couch
b-tch, i’ll chine ya’, got the f-ckin’ bats in my mouth (ding-dong)
with the d-mn saliva, swarm around in this b-tch like a mouse (huh)
give a f-ck if your b-tch’s dead, n-gga, i’ll tear off her blouse
easy bread, can’t be fed, i’ma open up your crib then kick you out (uh-huh)
and throw a f-ckin’ blender at your face when you walkin’ out (yeah)
breathe in and out, n-gga, i’m close to you now
so i can stab those f-cking lips if you wanna get loud
f-ggots like kris tyson watchin’ dr. disrespect in alignment
they’ll f-ck around and get dan schneider to pass their assignments
just bought a f-ckin’ d-ld- for your p-ssy, sell your body and shut the f-ck up
and have all these f-ckin’ uncles cum tribute to your plastic ass b-tt
call me evil, well, f-ck it, i’m already half demon
you crazy ass f-gs had me bleedin’
got me trouble sleepin’, maybe i’m just insane, am i reaching? (uh-huh)
or is it just these thoughts that be in my mind creeping?
anyways, f-ck everyone on this planet, no love i can hand it (no love)
everyone that hears me can suck my skully d-ck and ham it
you know what? f-ck you, and f-ck those people in your family
and f-ck your dirty ass mother, i’m livin’ when she cannot be (smoking on her)
just, shut the f-ck up, (sh-t, b-tch) old ass f-cking f-ggot (hoe)
[part ii]

[intro]
“all we have is three suspects flying scars over their faces”
(laughter)

[verse]
can’t be f-ckin’ with these creatures on the videos, n-gga (uh-huh)
break your t–th and they will fall out, have a cheerio, n-gga (yuh)
touch a p-ssy-ass beat then i’m gon’ keep it slow, n-gga (uh-huh)
why the f-ck this b-tch be loud? she really be a hoe, n-gga (what?)
now i feel like chris brown how i just beat that hoe, n-gga
tickle your belly b-tton, yes, i feel that hole, n-gga (uh-huh)
see that lint inside your p-ssy, you need bleach and soap, n-gga (what?)
go and f-ck someone’s daughter infront of the police, lil’ n-gga
i’ma swing my f-ckin’ d-ck just like a drake leak, n-gga
luckily, i’m a minor on this great beat, n-gga (a minor)
take a n-gga’s f-ckin’ soul, you know he’ll pray me, n-gga (uh-huh)
shoot at you just like you trump doin’ that same speech, n-gga (yeah)
don’t be sayin’ i need to talk, b-tch, all i do is scream, n-gga (what?)
these vocals are like full clips, your class is empty, n-gga
with that red beam, n-gga, i be sprayin’ cream, n-gga
i don’t need your words, boo, you a f-ckin’ jigga (you jiggaboo)
you a f-ckin’ monkey, eat that p-ss’ ass chicken for dinner
how i got these f-ckin’ crackers referrin’ me as a winner
target at me for sinnin’, everyone’s a sinner (yuh)
just like you smokin’ dope and be off that liquor
oh, what’s the plan? n-gga, f-ck my plans (ugh, huh)
i ain’t need nothing else, turn everything to sand
can filled up with beer, you n-ggas tastin’ that bland sh-t (yuh)
sfb, we f-ck every men and women, we landin’
best believe, i’m a villain, k!llin’ rabbits in this room (yuh)
that n-gga is a f-ggot how he actin’ like a coon
meanwhile, i’m f-cking my f-ggots ’til the day i’m passin’ through
ginger is backwards “n-gga”, so redheads are blacker too (you black b-tch)
[chorus]
i got a cigarette, amazing inelegance (hold on, yuh)
fat b-tch weighs more pounds than an elephant
catchin’ all of you c-nts just like a british man
stabbin’ like london, these blades be sittin’ in
i got a cigarette, amazing inelegance
fat b-tch weighs more pounds than an elephant
catchin’ all of you c-nts just like a british man
stabbin’ like london, these blades be sittin’ in (ah)

- selfmxdebless

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