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letra de sac (kill will volume 3) - shawn ashley collins

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[intro 1: william giovanni’s “the logo (3 count)” playing in background]
“i told you to turn that f-ckboi sh-t down, w-lly! your mom and i are trying to sleep!”

[intro 2]
yo, this is me spraypaintin’ my initials on your body, [fem?]
that means that sac’s on your chest
how you like me now, w-lly?

[verse]
look will, you’ll never body me, you don’t even bother me
you wouldn’t draw blood if you went to school for phlebotomy
and part of me wants to saw through to your arteries
see your heart beat then eat it with a side of fava beans

but i’m watching my carbs, and you’re very sweet
you’re five-pound bags of gummy bears and dairy queen
you should think about singing to other guys
your mother and i are starting to be concerned if you’re in love or not

cause you wrote three sweet poems about me
american express, you can’t leave home without me
i’m in your head, fam, got you seein’ red, man
already k!lled you but i’ll still beat a dead man

i’m brock lesnar, special attraction
you’re jobbed out on house shows and fed to my faction
n0body wants to join your bullsh-t club
bunch of fake -ss rappers and bullsh-t thugs

shawn collins teflon, your bullets all duds
you keep getting stepped on like bullsh-t drugs
you never sold c0ke. will, you sold throat
you sold yourself to celibate men who wore cloaks

you went to catholic school. w-lly, am i lying?
you’re a nice christian rapper, w-lly, am i frying in
h-ll when i die? cause i don’t believe in a man in the sky
and i don’t believe in a man who believes he’s a man in the sky

you’re a fan in disguise, obsessed with the waynes
you heard birdman, put some respek on my name
you’re the type that young metro doesn’t trust
you talk about your guns but i bet you never bust

i’ll rusev crush ya, take your chain
i’m the godd-mn batman, say my name
you ain’t real, you ain’t even from the city of steel
you’re from johnstown, now let jesus take the wheel

let go little w-lly, it’s over little w-lly
a rising tide lifts all boats little w-lly
i hope you feel me, i know you wanna k!ll me
cause you can’t outsk!ll me, you’re on a treadmill, standing still

and i’m the topic of conversation
every time somebody calls you up to buy a dime, “oh my god i hate him
that kid from gotham’s so rotten that i forgot him
now listen to this double-sided album i made about him.”

you know the bunheads all love me best
i feel like me and will might still have s-x (why?)
i made that b-tch famous, god d-mn
last month he was nameless, he’s still sheamus though

it’s a shame i gotta shame this hoe
his insults were ghostwritten by an 8 year old
on xbox live, now open those thighs
i wanna taste that p-ssy and look in those eyes

while i give you the attention you desire
cause every time you say my name in a rhyme, your pants are on fire
pullin’ all-nighters writin’ about shawn
unrequited love got you feelin’ quite strong

i just bought williamgiovanni.com
so… are y’all finished or y’all done?
and any of your mans with plans to take a chance:
you only get half a bar, f-ck you in advance

- shawn ashley collins

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