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letra de the fallen: action- part vii - slimey tay

[verse 1]
turn your back on ’em, they might push you off the ledge
say they’re your dawg, for real, but sell you out for a band
see their trigger finger itchin’ when you got a lil’ somethin’ on your head
look you n-ggas as some b-tches and used to look at ’em as man
sippin’ all that rum and now his eyes turnin’ red
always was talkin’ ’bout a murder in the songs, you’d hear the feds
get you in forty-eight hours, shot two at one and veintires
can’t heat up at the comments, dawg, you know those n-ggas fan
say my name three times, you won’t close your eyes in your bed
and those checks you get every week, you won’t see them again
and you know that bad b-tch you got, you’ll never hit again
dare your ass to walk right out of that coffin i put you there again
i’m a brutal ass wrathful n-gga, i know the king of sin
i’m heartless, mutilate your ass, i’d rip off every limb
he can’t walk down, he took a leg shot, he took that on the shin
last girl broke my heart and f-ck with my head, i took that on the chin
just wondered around the world, who knows if i walk right in a rift
i’m an empty, soulless motherf-cker, i’ve done be feelin’ like a whips
if you’re a goat then i’m a wendigo, but trust, i ain’t a myth
tear out your h-rns and make you into a lamb, i’ll sacrifice a b-tch
i’m a cheater, never play fair, that’s how you that i’m gon’ win
(that’s how you know i’m gonna win)
three things i hate in this world are liars, thieves, and snitches
and these so-called kings hate to hear me talk so they cover my mouth in stitches
[chorus]
sick, look at these n-ggas make me sick
my friends? i don’t know a word that says friend
dead, turn a p-ssy n-gga to ancient
word on the streets, n-gga, you’re protectin’ a snitch
i swear these n-ggas actors, n-gga, fraudulent and sh-t
if a n-gga f-ck with me, n-gga, director says action
i can shoot up the whole scene, n-gga, until i stop the clip
rewind on a different n-gga, b-tch, i’ll do the sh-t again

[verse 2]
freddy, i’m the n-gga they’re seein’ in their dreams
i’m the type to lock my heart away and swallow the d-mn key
i always been fallen n-gga, recognized when i can see
all these d-mn bodies droppin’, sh-t, still don’t feel anything
i love to see when a n-gga breaks, fracturing to pieces
that sh-t makes me feel weird inside, on god, i feel no grief
maybe shock, but it not no fear, maybe ecstasy
maybe it’s the feelin’ i can die anytime, not strong as i think
maybe it the sh-t that makes me know reality
maybe it the sh-t that knows that i’m livin’ a dream
maybe it free my soul that’s just mind-numbing to me
i don’t wanna do suicide, that just take all the fun from me
i wonder if i die a legend, maybe just an unnamed king
i’m a wicked, fallen motherf-cker, havin’ twisted fantasy
f-ckin’ downin’ in the real, reality is a sea
when you really hit rock bottom, will a n-gga feel like me?
[chorus]
sick, look at these n-ggas make me sick
my friends? i don’t know a word that says friend
dead, turn a p-ssy n-gga to ancient
word on the streets, n-gga, you’re protectin’ a snitch
i swear these n-ggas actors, n-gga, fraudulent and sh-t
if a n-gga f-ck with me, n-gga, director says action
i can shoot up the whole scene, n-gga, until i stop the clip
rewind on a different n-gga, b-tch, i’ll do the sh-t again

[outro]
baby walking
tay slime with ’em

- slimey tay

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