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letra de shoot your oppressors! - sorei

(sorei)

[vvenin]

cinder blocks on his feet, drop that p-ssy in a river
hard to talk all of that smack, when i’m eating up your liver
you are none of that sh-t, shooting all shots from the glock on my hip
stabbing his body, i’m watching him twitch
acting all hard, yeah that boy just a b-tch

didn’t even have to k!ll him, but holy f-ck i wanted to
half you c-nts just make me puke, like i just had the f-ckin’ flu
lay your body on the tracks, i hope you get hit by a train
make me lose my sense of self, hi my name is (love you fxcy)

[fxcy]

really wish you’d get hit by a motherf-cking truck, n-gga
every f-cking second i just k!ll another f-ck n-gga
every motherf-cking f-ggot tryna push my b-ttons, n-gga
(ahhhhh) i just wanna see you rot

all of you f-ckers are mo’f-cking thots
b-tch i be gunning a mo’f-cking lot
f-ck is you crying, wipe off your snot
b-tch i be dying to taste on your blood
take out my blade and you’re gone
b-tch i’m excited, you’re not
i do not f-ck with no one
i do not f-ck with no one

[yung flex]

up the shotty
dump out all the sh-lls and then i up the tommy
yung flex, a.k.a mr. prolly stompin’ out neo-n-z-‘s
f-ck your posse
i see a racist, i stick him like it’s hockey
catch a f-cking pig and do him like they did my n-gga rodney

[redacted] want that static, he could have it
b-tch it’s on sight
alright, 88 bullets for the alt-right
wettin’ up his fit, it’s like a pit the way these dogs bite
heard that boy was proud
call up your pals and they gon’ all die

[siion]

i don’t f-ck with no ‘pressors tellin’ we how to live
come up in our section then we break your f-ckin’ ribs
i’m takin’ extra measures, sendin’ souls to the abyss
they ain’t give us no protection, so it’s f-ck all of the pigs
i-i-i’s got some screws loose
i’mma beat his head just for spewing all them half-truths
ain’t no callin’ truce ’cause i’m so f-ckin’ through with you
tie a noose, cut it loose, curb stompin’ black boots
[fat sl-t]

neo n-z- b-tch, pull up fists, we got rips
you a f-ckin’ hypocrite, f-ck you b-tch, you get split
you a cracker ass b-tch, prolly eatin’ up the ritz
yeah you think that you is it, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch

you been preachin’ bullsh-t, bet yo’ ass don’t even know
jerkin’ off on 4chan, sh-t really shows
take yo’ ass outside, and i let the bl!ck blow
swallow all this d-ck b-tch, you a f-ckin’ hoe

just cos’ you say n-gga, dat don’t mean you got a pass
everyday i wake up just to beat a racist ass
back when i was juggin’, beat that white boy up in class
beat that cross into his chest and send his ass to mass

[s!xblades]

556, drop his body
k!lling spree like it’s my hobby
eat the stick, i’m not sorry
hide his corpse inside the lobby
k!ll these b-tches for a brick
i vomit blood i’m feeling sick
get the f-ck off of my d-ck
like diggi warum talkst du sh-t?
ich plante c4s im bad
aks am start niemand weiẞ wer es war, nah
shut up bro ich werd’ ein star
kleine b-tch du siehst aus wie ein kind in der tat, ja
yuh, warum so toxic? (ey, yuh)
warum der kopffick (ey, yuh)
halt dein maul du wieẞt du liegst nach einem dropkick b-tch

[lvst]

(ugh)

he say that i’m good enough, grabbin’ my duh-duh-duh
thinkin’ bout sh-t that i shouldn’tve
like i’m finna murder ya, give him a hernia
keep it a buck i ain’t heard of ya
crush the beat, make it dirty yeah
chillin’ in cartier, 808s making it fart in here
hoe gettin’ flirty yeah, beat soundin’ nerdy yeah
h got me tweakin’ and twerkin’ here

mario (huh), mario (uh)
she eat me up like agar.io (uh)
she got a bush on safari bro (uh)
i ain’t be up, i be party broke (yeah)
snortin’ coke, i got a crystal nose
i pose a fl!ck with the gl!ck, i give my stick a coat
i floar the bodies low, i never let em’ go
i mow they ass like lawns and never let em’ grow, like

(yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
i’m goin’ crazy yeah, i’m goin’ stupid yeah
i send an arrow like my name is cupid
say you want pull up, i told him to do it
l-v-s-t, b-tch i’m reppin’ the movement
(uh, yeah) you rap like a doofus
i write this sh-t when i’m p–pin’
what is you doin’, the second you rap you is losin’
i’m grabbin’ the stick, yeah i’m grabbin’ the pole
i’m feelin’ like avatar, a-n-g with the flow
(huh, yeah) you want the smoke
(huh, yeah) murder she wrote

[k!llheartache]

i’mma spaz out on this sh-t, this b-tch be talkin’ sh-t (i)
don’t give a sh-t, i got this .45 that’s clipped to my head
my dogs be strapped, we be posted up like splinter cell b-tch
don’t f-ck with static got that (-gun noises-), come to shoot you up b-tch

got my phone on d-n-d, f-cker, face you underneath
f-ck around and you gon’ bleed, b-tch my gang a different breed
on the set, f-ck with me, i’m snappin’ necks (i be)
broke as sh-t, talkin’ sh-t, i’m droppin’ heads

b-tch i feel like hitman with a target on the head
b-tch call me a butcher way i’m choppin’ up his limbs
you ain’t ready for me (huh), you ain’t ready for me b-tch
you ain’t ready for my sh-t, 666 we twist it b-tch

they be loadin’ on my name, say your name, you just an itch
little p-ssy think he sl!ck, had to tie him up and sh-t
i’mma spit my ar, make the f-ckin’ nozzle lit
you ain’t ready for me b-tch, you ain’t ready for my sh-t

[ajinn]

6 sticks pull up on a n-gga like grievous
ain’t peepin’ the plot, send long range shots
and they catchin’ them sh-ts like recievers
i kick down your door like a c-o-d cutscene
air out this b-tch and i send em to jesus
i’mma send em to god, wait, bringin’ him back
and i’m stompin’ him out in adidas

like hasta luego
if i see you out in public, let’s see how yo’ day go
seein’ him rise to the sky with a halo
shy little b-tch and she do what i say so
you think you a dog, but you built like a b-tch
you talkin’ that sh-t, when i shoot he gon’ flinch
stutterin’, thinkin’ that boy got a glitch
n-gga pull up on me and get flipped like a switch

speak with yo’ chest boy
pull up, you next boy
huntin’ him down, don’t give f-cks bout no vest boy
if we got a problem, this blade meet yo’ chest boy
walk down on that boy, this that drillin’
b-tch i’m a villian
warning, these b-tches don’t listen
diamonds they shinin’, they glisten
his face in the dirt, put that boy in submission

(i promise this will be the last beat switch, okay? okay, thank you. good boy.)

(what, what, what, what)
like crocodile dundee
i told that b-tch jump and i cut off his bungee
hollow tips run him outta his money
bounce back, now his b-tch wanna f-ck me
slappin’ him up, cos’ he thinkin’ he funny (b-tch)
i got a choppa’ for you and yo’ momma lil n-gga
i’m takin’ yo soul like i’m shang tsung in this b-tch
steady talkin’ that sh-t, we spinnin’, better come wit’ a pole
now we blastin’, you know you ain’t lastin’
like the joker i’mma dip you in acid
artificial, these hoes plastic
feel like the four, i’m feelin’ fantastic

(ahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(my f-ckin’ throat hurts)

- sorei

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