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letra de i got nothing to prove! - stormprice

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[intro]
(ant1-04d1nary)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
shut the f-ck up n-gga, you not my friend
i was better off in the motherf-ckin’ den
yeah, i hate everybody, won’t come to the end
yeah, i’ll break your elbow, stay in bed
i knock, now, b-tch i’m comin’ in (mathias)
yeah i rip that blade, now let it spin
the illuminati’s stalkin’ me ’cause i got too many bodies
and everybody’s watchin’ me ’cause i’m a paranoia freak
generic rappers copy me and then they f-ckin’ jocky me
and then they act like we are friends, we are not friends, yeah, yeah
i got crabs with p-n-s of lobsters
choppa gon’ hit ’em like a motherf-ckin’ mopper
claire, you couldn’t care deal with the cops hurt
hide a motherf-ckin’ body in the motherf-ckin’ locker
donatin’ to tricks that b-tch in my concert
she kick my b-lls like it’s motherf-ckin’ soccer
i guess that’s what happens when you engage in c-ck and ball torture
yeah, my guns come from mexico, my choppa do not speak your language
yeah, i smoke on this pack to release all this pain, b-tch it’s true
b-tch i’m takin’ a chain in the middle of arby’s
i’m rippin’ yo’ ‘part like a motherf-ckin’ barbie
guess you could say i’m a little alarmin’
yeah, i hate everyone so call it “everybody”
man i guess that’s karma, you motherf-ckin’ die
yeah, these bullets be f-ckin’, these bullets be flyin’
yeah, i’m sippin’ a pack i keep on supplyin’
i k!ll you with this tac, you n-ggas stay flyin’
nah that’s cap, n-gga i’m lyin’, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah

[verse 2]
the p-n-s is on fire from the burning
your mom is a f-ggot
yeah, b-lls stay saggin’
put a tentacle inside yo’ b-tch like the kraken
b-tch i’m fire like a motherf-ckin’ dragon, make face make way
yuh, b-tch, i’ll bite and i’m not g-y
yeah, s-xuality’s for nerds
your gender is a t-rd
i light my p-n-s on fire to watch it burn down

[outro]
(it’s time to kick ass)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
shut the f-ck up n-gga, you not my friend
i was better off in the motherf-ckin’ den
yeah, i hate everybody, won’t come to the end
yeah, i’ll break your elbow, stay in bed
i knock, now, b-tch i’m comin’ in (mathias)
yeah i rip that blade, now let it spin
the illuminati’s stalkin’ me ’cause i got too many bodies
and everybody’s watchin’ me ’cause i’m a paranoia freak
generic rappers copy me and then they f-ckin’ jocky me
and then they act like we are friends, we are not friends, yeah, yeah
i got crabs with p-n-s of lobsters
choppa gon’ hit ’em like a motherf-ckin’ mopper
claire, you couldn’t care deal with the cops hurt
hide a motherf-ckin’ body in the motherf-ckin’ locker
donatin’ to tricks that b-tch in my concert
she kick my b-lls like it’s motherf-ckin’ soccer
i guess that’s what happens when you engage in c-ck and ball torture
yeah, my guns come from me—

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