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letra de willrow hood - stress eater, czarface & kool keith

(say, uh, george, i’ve just been checking over your records)
(i’m a lousy practical joker)
(they see that i have pizza and they want the pizza, right, and i’m like ‘no you can’t have the pizza’)
(so so fresh)
[verse 1: kool keith]
czarface animal flex, he-man over gray cigar
hammered up like the mighty thor
got rappers in the panic room sh-tting on the floor
even women who rap spittin’ on my b-lls
my jock strap smell like gautier john paul
get out the ferrari on the sidewalk step in feces hardcore
now you got chocolate reese’s smeared in your drawers
mc’s who turn doormen open doors, turn the motor on, you smell gas and exhaust
my d-ck like a mustang eighty eight hundred horse, fuel injected
over to non-protected, of course, injure you, you not protected in sports
guy looks paisano takin’ you on a lyrical driving course (that’s why people call me..)
get me where i’m going, you know how people drive in new york
while you talk the talk, verbal extense, something mediocre i can’t comprehend
everybody surround me when i bring steroids in the gym, even if you got tiny skinny legs paranoid and slim
will smith did chris rock, i just smacked the sh-t out of (ben grim), the avengers and all of them
mini-microscopic typing, i’m so atomic with the pen, the words frolic, damage your knees and shins

(yeah no doubt)
(got my gloves on)
(pesticides, i’m the double d’s combined with t, that’s ddt)
[verse 2: czarface]
this is how i make ’em mad
used to bar with jada’s dad
that is (rick brunson), yeah he was dunkin’ on me bad
yeah sleep with me, lookin like luca on (z i say so)
it’s a game of runs like chipotle with the queso
those aren’t real fans, that is crowd noise pumped in
pumpin’ up your numbers like a bounty house to get it jumpin’
meanwhile, i got my man (grove) on speed dial
like when a keys caught up in a karen retrial
watchin’ it, not part of it, to look away is hard as sh-t
by the way, congrats on that goofy rapper starter kit
comes to high steppin’ we rockin’ a (fever) f-ckit
at fenway, throwing out the first pitch with a chuckit
(sepucha?)
i know you love it, this is degeneration x, you know what you could do (f-ck it)
i couldn’t rock any steadier, i been drinkin heavier, [unsure]

- stress eater czarface kool keith

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