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letra de d r e a d - snuff

[produced by starr]

[verse 1: yung champloo]

all this sh-t is pretentious
just get out of my mentions
she gon’ ask to come along to all my f-ckin sessions
this is just obsession
suicide prevention
let me f-ckin’ k!ll myself
cause i dont need these questions
this is my confession
grab my smith and wesson
i might send a couple shots to deal with my aggression
i can’t f-ck with freshman
they leave bad impressions
so i’m claiming every spot
havin’ solo elections
f-ck this sh-t, i’m stressin’
clinical, depression
i been feeling f-ckin down but i dont learn my lesson. (nuh)

[bridge: yung champloo]

where’s my weapon?
wheres my weapon?
i might f-ck around and get the clip, no extension (yuh)
where’s my weapon?
wheres my weapon?
i might f-ck around and drop a nuke, no flexin’
[verse 2: yung champloo]

b-tch i pull up feeling like i’m sweeney todd
pray to god
i went at your kneecaps with my steel raw
bare rocks
in these motherf-ckin’ lines
no denying
so i send anotha’ one
now i feel like i am dyin’
where’s my clip?
on my hip
finger on the trigger
k!lling for the fun of it
where’s my mind?
seeking crime
f-ck this sh-t i’ll break your spine
faded number 9
that’s a 6
on my b-tch
k!lled the snitch
break his hips
clamp his lips
cut them off
leave em in a box
7 tiny pieces, leave it i forgot
pray to zar, or was it zorp?
time to warp
time to snort
time to get on my horse
catch a fade, no remorse
catch my wave, no remorse. (yah)
[verse 1: yung nate]

rubatosis in a daily motion
i’m a rollercoaster wreck
potions couldn’t save me from the pain you are inside my neck
destruction of myself
deduction of my health
and if you come around me b-tch, disruption of your spells
i got that whisky bottle, disarano
sitting on my shelf
i’m smoking nicotine, and that green
to songs i make myself
i’m swerving on that b-tch, on that b-tch
i’ll call her later on my cell
and if yo’ boyfriend talkin’ sh-t i drag em’ to the gates of h-ll

[bridge: yung nate]

my demise
my demise
taking place in candle light
my demise
my demise
reaper come i will not fight
by surprise
by surprise
i just made it through the night
demonize
traumatise
light the wick and i ignite
smokin’ up, pour it up
i got henny in my cup
i advise, you think twice
or i’m knocking out yo’ lights
[verse 2: yung nate]

pop it b-tch, pop it
pop it b-tch, pop it
got the heat up in your hand
make sure you dont drop it
pop it b-tch, pop it
pop it b-tch, pop it
got the pistol in your hand
now go ahead and c-ck it
throw ya’ hands
throw ya’ hands
off the wall, call me ‘vans’
throw ya’ hands
throw ya’ hands
take a punch and make it land
b-tch i’m from the land, of the sinners
no beginners equal to the status of us
unanimous winner, chicken dinner
battlegrounds, i drowned myself
then lost some pounds
i take my oath, straight to the grave
that’s how you know, i dont f-ck around
you gagged and bound, can’t make a sound
we comin for the underground
you want the beef?
i squashed it down
then turned this beat to the hunting grounds

- snuff

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