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letra de dirty filthy rotten scoundralz - shane capone

sh-t,
shane capone… the idiotic bizarre
spit in your face

[bizarre]
shut the f-ck up, before your -ss get knocked
it’s hard to talk, with a gun in your mouth
dirty dozen, nuthin but bad news
f-ck a b-tch in the -ss with a rubber hush just used
f-ck the pain, i don’t give a sh-t
tie me up and beat my -ss cheek with hockey sticks
(uh! “you’re sick”) i don’t give a d-mn
smokin crack with michael jackson in the [????] [???] program
blaow, blaow! you hear this loud sound
f-ckin the engineer’s wife while he’s mixin my songs down
walkin up in the elementary, lookin like a b-m
watch some kid yell “he’s got a gun!!!”
i’m the shadiest n-gg- here to come out the dirty doz
do a song with you and tell people how wack your verse was
(“sh-t’s wack!”) i’m laid back like john forte’
who got a screw driver so me and my girl can have foreplay?

[hook]
we some dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels
dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels
dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels
dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels

dirtyyyyyy, filthyyyyyy, rottennnn, soundrels
dirtyyyyyy, filthyyyyyy, rottennnn, soundrels

[swift]
we walk around this b-tch triflin’
quick to sock a n-gg- while we cypherin’
rubber gloves, black man rifled in my right hands
watchin rappers dash like hyphens
burnin y’all without the tetracycline
i’ma let your set know, i can get drunker than jethro
just to run up on you, and crack you with this ????
smash your vehicle, sn-tch your key and go
you n-gg-z think you got somethin to say, let me know
don’t bite your tongue, f-ck it
rappers switch subjects
when i’m steppin in they company, them hoes don’t get budgets
snatchin briefcases with your hundreds
packin heat just in case you want it (nope)
bodies in abundance
i have no feelings, tell you the truth – i’m known, b-tch
i’m lettin loose any affiliate you run with
so pack your gun quick (n-gg-), cuz i’ma let you know
you ain’t got a bone to pick with me, b-tch i f-ck so

[hush]
ay yo i’m iller than a white rapper usin the word n-gg- (what!?)
got a conflict with my d-ck like dirk diggler
became sick in the brain since bugz’s death
whoever did it, i’m a bust a nose, slugs is left
i’m harder than my d-ck when i’m watchin my first p-rn
ill enough to kill your wife while she’s havin her first born
leavin the hospital, in a voice just like beavis
screamin “i need some!” while i’m holding up a fetus
spittin the hot sh-t, nick name is godzilla (ugggh!)
natural born, undercover cop killa
on the reala, yo, you’re just an enemy
bout to come up missing like a second john kennedy
try to gamble with swift, m-th-f-cka the bet’s on
let shane f-ck your b-tch while bizarre jacks off
hush, i’m crushing rappers while i’m somersaulting backwards
bustin nuts up in your mattresses, says n-body a better rapper

[hook]

[shane capone]
what you motherf-ckaz want, red dots when i pull it
unless your name’s pac, you ain’t shakin 5 bullets
anymore, we hustle for cheddar, cheese, and mayo
quick to hit your city up with more felonies than jayo
we got murder for hire, all it takes is a call
we leave you slumped over in the suburbs like biggie smalls
venomous lyrics, spittin sh-t like pipe bombs
leave your maggot brain, hangin out the frame like esham
we some dirty, filthy
but y’all ain’t feelin this sh-t
we comin’/c-mmin’ sicker than a syphilis d-ck
when we spit, somebody find puff
go tell him we got jennifer hostage
we gon’ rape this little b-tch, ain’t none of y’all stoppin
cuz we raw d-gg-n these b-tches and they -sshole with age
h-ll naw, this ain’t range, but i got pistols on beret
big capone up in this b-tch like the return of the living dead
and have your white born bl–dy sheets and a horse up in your bed
ain’t no freestyle rapper, but i play for bugz without no problem
have you stand around, look and dance, f-cked like dennis rodman
if you didn’t want this m-th-f-ckin rap game twisted
you should have never let detroit listed (m-th-f-cka)

[hook]

- shane capone

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