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letra de dumpster kids - stitch mouth

hey we’re the dumpster kids
born into life with nothing but sh-t
we’re the ones you threw away so we would not f-ck up your day
hey we’re the dumpster kids
born into life with nothing but sh-t
we’re the ones forgotten about, the joker cards you’re dealt without
2x

you didn’t want us so we made our own lives
we’re criticized for every move we make, we’re hatred in your eyes, and you despise
the things we do to survive, we broke your pre-made mold, said f-ck your 9-to-5
say we’re hooligans cause we struggle and strive
h-ll yeah we’re gonna snipe for every scr-p we will fight
treated like hoodlums, the -ssholes of humanity
when the real sc-mf-cks are worshipped on your tv
look at all the violence broadcast day to day
shocked by the things we say when you raise your kids this way
look at what you portray when public smiles fade away
you beat your women, rape your children, break their spirit and leave a saint
disdain, is the only emotion that i have for you, i’m not even mad at you
here let me show my grat-tude, thank you, f-ck you
get the f-ck outta my face, i’m such a better person without living in your grace

yeah i remember, alone on my own
rocking my pocket shotgun in the back
then i tossed it, almos lost it
turned 21, glock under my lap
got ahold of that bottle
drink every night just because, abused it
i used it as an excuse to get f-cked up and b-mp this music
i ain’t selling the rocks, steppin outta the box and this system is critical
it was spiritual, forget what i did in school, self-taught individual
my renaissance like i’m awaking up out of a coma like k!ll bill
you live life just to get high, just to get by, those are thrillin and fill thrills
livin life off of what i learned from the gutter
haven’t had human interaction, haven’t heard from my brothers
all the garbage and decay i can smell it burn in the dumpster
i’m not perfect, that don’t mean i deserve it you motherf-ckers
there’s very little that’s as hard as this industry
i just spit it from the heart, make this a part of my history
so i ain’t tryna run up, there’s no need to put your gun up
guarantee all you b-tches’ll be lying down when i come up

we be them rejects, the suspects with the disconnect
in a world that neglected us, and in some respects used us as objects
p-wns, in the chess game that’s the rap game that’s the life game, what’s the move mane
hot tops, hot rhymes cause it’s moving things on
we’re simply products of a world that is so toxic
now you tainted, people scared cause they can’t stop this
forever breaking the mold of a world that already cast us out
p-ssing your judgments, like pamflets you’ll be handing them out
we be casting a doubt, on the system and the world we live in
f-ck a 9-to-5, where you can’t survive better living is our mission
on our own terms, by our own rules, f-ck a college, or a high school
and we got the tools to outdo you fools while the rest of you are like noodles
and what we don’t got we make up for in pure hustle
everyday is a new adventure, everyday is a new struggle
so thank you and f-ck you
now get up out my face, i’d rather be dead and rotting than putting a smile up on your face b-tch

i’m the trash of this genre, it’s fatal debortion
just crumple me up and throw me away
i’m causing static distortion
immune to emotions
you don’t want me well i don’t want you either
i’m not giving a f-ck about you why you worry and panick b-tch take a breather
make you a believer, i’m the truth amongst the fake fully decievers
make you sick with the rhymes i spit
leave you shaking, shivering, sweating, fever
uh, we’re the og’s, y’all some amateur rookies
we don’t fight for acceptance, this circle’s tighter than virgin p-ssy
you will see, how we rise to the top without your graces
leave you shocked, jaw-dropped, left in awe and pure amazement
no containing, this monster no containing this beast
freaks of nature, outcasts, scapegoats we’re disturbing the peace
everybody wanna talk real big but we all know you ain’t about that life
be my patient i’m your doctor i’ll cut you precise with my surgical knife
get it right, get filled with fright, don’t turn away when you see us coming
what the f-ck b-tch, why you scared? now who’s the scared kid running?

- stitch mouth

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