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letra de mahatma gandhi - spider gang

[intro: blckk]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: blckk]
i walk in this b-tch, somebody need to die
split that b-tch in half, i’m f-ckin’ certified
will not ask about you f-ggots, you gon’ testify
pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, pop that sh-t inside
please don’t f-ck my money up, i don’t want no prison time (bap, bap)
i see you talk ’bout runnin’ up, well, b-tch, i’m right here
and i’m fifteen bottles deep and sh-t
said “i can’t think for sh-t”, smell like blood and alcohol
sh-t, i keep sleepin’ in, i love when people die around me
that’s ’cause you talk about me
i love money more than you, i need nine-hundred-thousand
f-ck it, triple that, i’m tryna need like twenty-five accounts
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
got a gun so big, don’t gotta aim, four stars, real life, not gta
i try to slap a n-gga every day, slap the sh-t out a n-gga, no explanation
i’ll shoot a n-gga before i chase him, beat the sh-t out a n-gga like degeneration
beat the sh-t out a n-gga like randy savage, beat the sh-t out a n-gga, gang task force
beat the sh-t out a n-gga that’s not my horse
i only smoke two strains, strong and stronger, big ass drum, it shoot for longer
i beat the sh-t outta anything causing problem
i can’t go within fifteen feet of the p-ssy
i can’t go within fifteen feet of a kitchen
og sherbert, this sh-t hittin’
slap a n-gga in his face so hard, he sh-ttin’
slap a n-gga so hard, i break his whole jaw
slap a n-gga so hard, he eat out a straw
slap a n-gga so hard, turn to eddison’s [?]
slap a n-gga so hard— rrr

[refrain: lil darkie]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
cut his head off, i wanna
cut his head off, i’m gonna
cut his head off, i’m ’boutta

[verse 3: lil darkie]
i’m ’boutta pull up to your, i’m ’boutta hit you with that
i’m ’boutta shoot you with this, i’m ’boutta split you with that
yeah, i’m ’boutta—, you with a—
yeah, i’m ’boutta k!ll you with a claymore
when you’re dead, you cannot say more
i will shoot you with an ar-15
i will k!ll a child, he will not become a teen
with a new glock, with a green beam
i am violent, i’m extremely mean
when i’m outside, i’m seen with lean
big ass gun, send you to the sun
big ass gun, send you to saturn
i could k!ll you and it wouldn’t matter
big ass gun, send you to jupiter
smokin’ strong, now i feel like lucifer
smokin’ weed, now i feel like gandhi
i do not f-ck with mahatma gandhi
i will f-ckin’ k!ll mahatma gandhi
i got somethin’ here for mahatma gandhi
come over here, mahatma gandhi
bam, shot mahatma gandhi
then i p-ss on mahatma gandhi, then i spit on mahatma gandhi
take a sh-t on mahatma gandhi
[outro: christ dillinger & blckk]
bring him back, and k!ll him again
bring him back, and k!ll him again
bring him back, and k!ll him again

- spider gang

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