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letra de burnin wax - sourmouth

[verse 1: sourmouth]

they fear me cause i ain’t got shit
to loose, its been 6 years since
my bowels moved, i can shit out
the mouth only in the sound booth
but its a hazard to rappers that’s
why its sound proof, keep an eye on
them jacker’s at night they move
biten’ a nigga’ rhymes with a
dracula tooth, slacker i put the
tech9 on you 151 drum fuck
caribou lou, yall b-tches trippen
ours is tricken, i fill these bars like
guards in prison, big like pimpen
jigga listen, this my blue-print the
spit version, lrg be the jeans living
large in the streets, the boulevard
bled there are no more fiends, the
boulevards bled shit needs some
morphine, shit i cleaned it up
better than a bottle of chlorine
still in my white-t grimmey, im
doing my dui thing driving, i ride
wit my team and i ain’t talking
about biking, im rugged to ride
on me is something like hiking
and i’ve reached my peak so you
gotta keep climbing, the king of
the hill i see what t.i. see, the king
of the hill like my name was bobby
im at the top of the building yall
stuck in the lobby, im cleaner than
old spice, wise like old guy’s, nice
on the mic despite a few fights
high off ex rolling like 2 dice my
rhymes so complex you re-wind
my lines twice, i’m overseas in
hungry, hungry for the money b
getting cheese hellu green all i
need is a little lunch meat, dipped
and clean, with the energy of
a battery, riding porsche’s like
horses in portland we come with
cavalry’s, only real gone recognize
real, so if you don’t feel this
they will, chea i pop pain pills
cause i’m so ill for real, and i’m
dangerous i k!ll like bill, for real
the rim’s gone spin wind mill
treal and my b-tch is a known
tip-drill chea, the b-tch backbone
shock folk like eel’s, you chase hoes
but get no where treadmill, and yea
you mighta saw a nigga bleed but
my blood clots like a rasta you
b-m macleod’s, i got muscle
mother fucker all you gonna do
is crumble soon you pussy
mother fuckers faces all gone
meet my knuckles, i’m living in
the cut about to twist a swisher
sweet, and since this is a cut i’m
like the scissors to this beat
nigga’s all about his business
call me jack donaghy, got crowds
throwen up they hands like a dam
robbery, and i make my own luck
mother fuck the lottery, i’m from
texas but i dont hold em so
they all fallow me, my poker faces
got em’ folding call me kid cudi
this that underground flow call me
a submarine, ya im all up in the
cipher now, so go and get your
lighter’s out, my flows are fire
so my freestyles just a fire-drill
federal, i am colder than an icycle
hydraulics got my ride on 3 tires
like a tricycle, im the ace of this
language go ahead and tell em’ b
first place i will remain up at
any spelling b, vocabulary brain
a living dictionary, its like im playen
scrabble when im spiting k!lling
your literary

- sourmouth

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