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letra de who am i? - skittlez

of rappers,who just dont know who i am
my name is skittlez
i get high off of weed for the thrills
i live in nantic0ke
on top of that, i’m broke
ain’t nothin funny, f-ck a joke
id rather choke
on my own blood when i slit my own throat
feel the size of a phyllis hyman note
but i’m broke as f-ck too b-tch, we on the same boat
ain’t he dope? no, he the same as sh-t that em wrote
presidential suite and b-tch, i never use my right to vote
so i catch him stretchin’, have him guessin’ where his cracker throat
she never play no games with me so i never get her coach
i’ll never be famous no need to boast
i’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most
high as d’angelo notes in a ghost
i keep a broad beside me while i skate coast
im just like eminem a broke -ss white boy rapping
they can’t find success, like a foreigner whose mapping
so why’d i have to prove to ya’ll b-tches i just be laughing
i ain’t dissing you em i look up to you
dr.dre? oh, you fly too
and all the sh-t you went through
im like an itch you need to scratch
yeah,im that bad
she was wet off the bat
loud addition purple patch
you ain’t gon find that
guess i’m self made
when the club gets played
so, they hate and they say

im skittles you might remember me
i f-cked your mother under your little christmas tree
im the satan sp-wn you fear of
or now they don’t praise enough

im an evil child
my sanity is above mild
gonna unsign me if i say f-ck
if you do ill stuff you in the trunk, drunk
listening to the beastie boys
no blunts, lil’ bro wan’ roll up joints
haha you little f-got raggidy anne
can you picture my specific plan
going 85 miles now
cops pulling up quick,wow
oh god police! sh-t
how bout we blow this bit
like i did your mom
touched it to your cherry lip balm
flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
i can feel your heart beating fast
as these f-cking cops won’t get off my -ss
f-cking bite me you pr-cks
spray the fifth, gator kicks
f-ck, clean up on aisle six
just shot the chief
i’m sharper than shark t–th
so if you wanna leave
cause there could never be peace
tina perm your f-cking weave
and yea we all used to teath
this b-tch in the front seat, double d’s on her knees
you can’t kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer tees
b-tch, i’m a b-st-rd, i f-ck with chord keys
pulled over but this party ain’t gonna stop
hair weave k!ller had on chain’s in my mug shot
i hope you didn’t forget my name
balling, but it’s not a game
im s to the k to the who the f-ck cares
k!lled 18 men brutally murdered by a chair
im skittles with blonde hair
freckles and a pointy nose
man i swear she’s bad and she knows
its me

- skittlez

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