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letra de $l0w $tart - skinny-bastard x boog!

$kinny-ba$tard

… watch me flutter
into place
cut you like the ace of spades
practice sessions twice a day
swimming cl-ss at crystal lake
lake of fire mortified it’s more to life, problem is you only look with mortal eyes
bet i drink water mind my business like i never done it
i made it to my own wave from this whale stomach, this
mcbuff in rap form and his skinny -ss brother buying top ramen and rubbers tools of the trade
in the dungeon for days working lyrical muscle
mike tyson in a scuffle
the form is impeccable
that’s period like decimals
b-mp it up a decibel
then look into the light
where you think your karma place your spirit time it come to die?
prolly be an -n-l bead how you prioritize your life
just a guess you prolly love it
i’m allergic to your bullsh-t how you allergic to the pollen
most n-gg-s rap bloated
sh-tty diet need improvement say food is medicine you always get the cheetos when you was shopping at the store and that’s the problem
bought a pack of cigarettes to k!ll your lungs
you save me none, we never share
you really ain’t my people
you never there
way it bruise my ego
have me pull a eagle out the pea coat in talking mark david chapman, john lennon how they grieve you
me and boog! is a choice between the worst of evils
shane masters max keebler the same story path except b-mpier and steeper this was never follow the leader

boog!

i channel the eye of the storm
with perfect timing and form
i went p-wned off my wings since the loyalty’s gone
see i evict you from this heart
cause this is not your new home
i been suspicious from the start
and chose to leave it alone
the hills have eyes that’ll
have you heavily influenced
this sharpshooter ain’t gotta be close to put something thru ya
small mindedness gon be the downfall of this
my heart numb & overfilled wit broken promises
i heard thru walls, texts and all
about how you doubted me
many times i heard about ya hours spent in my county
so was the love real or were you just counting bounties?
i count the times i touched her, how an ocean she became
it ain’t my fault her heart novacane
and she ain’t ever feel a thang
life lessons learned from b-tches
my growth spurted with women
my girth yearned to be up in it
even thou time we ain’t spending
but what’s time anyway but a man made invention
i been clocking in and out, without relieving none of the tension
or raisin the suspension
just for a pension
or a better piece of life
used to be the romantic type
now i can’t even see a wife
but i’m alright, yeah i guess
drenched in sweat
shot outside my vest
blood on my flesh
backstabbed when i ain’t have rep
tears over regret
face to face with life
screaming b-tch what’s next
you ain’t gon make me fret
put that on my last breath
and my last step

- skinny bastard x boog

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