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letra de the warning - sourmouth

[verse 1: sourmouth]

now i’m still in the ville, icycle chill
still peddle pills like a bicycle wheel
sickle cell in my cells i am nice i am ill
getting scrill like a till, i am rich how
are you, my life is futuristic dude, i’m
stupid just like doodle doo, my next
move is my bowels owe, on you they
shit you barley toot, no this not a sob
story no lonely i got my 40, got my
homies and 4 finger’s to ball up into
a fist, hay-maker you will swing and
you will miss, i’m like ali how i dance
around you stinging you like bzz, im
aimen for you man, i’ll break into
where you live, this song is a
fundraiser for my plane ticket, all the
funds from this song fund your -ss
kicken, world star shit nigga messy
marv that b-tch, you got no game talk
all that shit, i heard you awkward
around girls, that’s why your doctor
gives you pills, celexa right, your
unstable, well by the time this rhyme
is over you might have gone and tied
the rope, my lines destroy your life
call it a murder that he wrote, he cries
cause his parents split up, they got
divorced, shit my parents gave me up
homie i didn’t even know em’, your a
b-tch and you know it, on your period
when you where flowin’ when you
dissed my like a woman in a post, a
facebook comment, samantha told me
that you hated on her, made a song
about her son, who’s late and in his
grave, even haters want you gone
social security pays for your room and
bored don’t it, your of age and your 30
poor homie must be retarded, you
shouldn’t have even started, why’d you
go and talk shit about us, bout to bomb
on your short bus..like bin laden
remember biking that one summer
when you fell and you got b-tt-hurt
literally poison ivy on your chest
looked like a lepore, when you told
everyone you and samantha where
together, she hated on you so you
got back at her through rappen’, now
your family doesn’t like you, you where
the crazy uncle aren’t you, petaphile
according to fbi profiling, you fit the
profile perfect, girls saw you as a
looser, its psychology i just broke down
your inner fears, serious psychotic
episodes, like epileptic head disorder
he doesn’t know the reality of what
a mother fucking war is, sadly when
you battle me its more than just some
words, im coming to your town, i mean
im knocking down your door, on your
porch where your work i will search
stay alert like amber or any other
missing white girl, i mean what kinda
man has to physically fight girls
pick on your own sex if you had any
fucking b-lls, you here me mister leo
jeff, i know your real, government name
home address and your po, this a verbal
warning a fuck you like c-lo, man i fucking
hate people who hate through a computer

- sourmouth

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