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letra de pimp $uicide record$ (feat. $pedpimp) - sped $uicide

{verse 1}
(sped $uicide)
ay, ay
bomb an orphanage i’ll k!ll the kids while they walkin’ out
f-ck yo mom (unknown)…
b-tch i got famous (unkown)… you ain’t got no clout
b-tch i’m high off crack and meth i feel like i’m walkin’ on clouds
ay, ay, ay, ay
i’m boutta nut in his b-tt, i don’t give a single f-ck
choppa gon’ make you my sl-t
i put his d-ck in my guts
i-i just ran over a group of old ladies in a f-ckin’ stolen school bus
b-tch i’m boutta bus’
i’m bout’ to cum
i’ma shoot him wit’ my gun
crack is making me go dumb
my d-ck is getting very numb
bro what the f-ck was that dawg, that was f-ckin asscheeks, i got a better verse comin here we go

{verse 2}
(sped $uicide)
smokin’ on crack i go crazy like i’m f-ckin’ steven ogg (what, what)
boutta take a nasty sh-t and, leave the toilet clogged (f-ck, f-ck)
go inside my laundry room and drink some mothеruckin’ dawn, (huh, f-ck)
b-tch i’m on so many drugs you don’t know what i’m on (pop, pop, pop)
like my dad b-tch i will shoot you then i’m mothaf-ckin’ gone (noom)
in my free-timе i like to f-ck, swans (what the f-ck)
yo life is so borin’ yea it make me wanna yawn (huh)
i f-ckin hate the equality of the law
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
i’m wit’ $pedpimp and we pimpin’ up on all these b-tches
i’m, cookin’ meth inside of my own m-th-f-ckin’ kitchen
$pedpimp’s verse is boutta come up, so just like my life i’m boutta end it
{verse 3}
($pedpimp)
b-tch my name is $pedpimp and i’m finna hop up on this track
i be dunkin’ on these b-tches like my name is f-ckin shaq
my syndromes down but my money’s up, i’m countin up my racks
my bars so hot i think that my house about to collapse
i went to rehab but the day after i f-ckin’ relapsed
i walked up to some b-tch and said “show me your p-ssy flaps”
don’t make me drive up in the kia soul an pop out with the gat
you might’ve bought the issue but i promise my pistol’s fat
these b-tches are all up on me like b-tch just take a step back
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, b-tch that’s the sound of my gat
b-tch if you don’t give me my money then i’ll smash your brains in with a bat
sooner or later yo’ ass gon’ be spread out on the mat
when i be going to the bathroom my p-ss be comin’ out black
{end}

- sped uicide

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