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letra de untitled 12.1.17 - spryte

[intro]
hey its dirty spryte on the track
couple people want to start throwing shade
that ad hominem sh-t
let’s see where this goes i got a thing to say to them

[verse 1]
yeah she got the gluteus max
i hit it and i p-ss
six feet under meat not surprised you’re used to that beef
i could end your career but did it even start?
this rap sh-t ain’t a sport
her p-ssy my usb port
barely afford child support
million dollar man all that cliche style
with the mini van
four laps u.s. mile
your my biggest fan
you ain’t worth my while
designer clothing, personal clothing
man i’ll reverse mj, don’t rephrase what you say
i’m a blue eyed devil, dante’s inferno get on my level
i reside at nine, not drakes song but his b-tch a dime
evade you, and wesley snipe your -ss
don’t try to test me
you talking achievements? man i’m the reason for baseball season
like judah’s you treason
like bae your teasin’
like the bay in august your straight freezing
windows five tower straight freezing
doormat straight greeting, this diss i’m straight eating
you know it’s in my roots to do my best ain’t no doubt about it
ex to the am put to the test, but i’m not about it
when someone copps my style my visions
clouded, grievances compounded
my body feels surrounded
yeah, when i start this sh-t you can’t say that you found it
you’ll have to circ-mvent, but you can’t stay around it
there’s 365 days in the year, you decide to drop your album close to mine, just out of fear
your obviously scared of the jeer
slurring like a drunkard on his third gl-ss of bear
after hearing my tracks people seem to cheer
i just care about the stacks your end is near
my mood (mahmood) is a reflection of what i hear
but yours is sub-par, i got fans near and far
my buddy dyson is waiting in the car
i got the black annalise keating
like sam i take a beating
yeah, secrecy of a mason, story don’t need translation
grandpa say f-ck the pagan, hot as devil temptation
known like crucifixion, my life may seem like fiction
highlight my poignant diction
subtraction by addition
send him into remission, unwanted carbon emission
t. cruz i’m on a mission
call me chef cuz i’m straight dishin’
open up like dilation, bad luck like the haitians
excuse my peroration, best rapper in the nation
you belong with yo- new spanish conjugation
confederate annexation
i’m out of this world i’m constellation
lil yachty impersonation, negative connotation
stay healthy i’m frying i’m bacon
high like a jamaican yet diego stay raking
bread of jesus i stay breaking
lyricism shakespearean esque
devour prey like a t-rex
devour your day, your pay, like the irs
lodi pd i arrest
sh-tty basketball ron artest
sh-ts a war zone, got more triggers than a feminist
i got “fake sh-t” but i don’t strut it
when the doors open sometimes it’s best to shut it
open wounds, don’t just cut it
pour some salt on that sh-t and start to rub it
what you attempt to do, i’ve already done

- spryte

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