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letra de last rock (rap god remix) - superman from neverland

i’ll slap box
with a rap god
i been feelin’
like a martian/
bout’ to blast off
(yeah)
go-go-go-go
gadget claws/
homie welcome
to the magic show/
(magic show)

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show respect where
it’s due take ya
hats off..
last one fore we blast off
bartender in the back
saying last call
last shot let it fly
like your last rock
got a sick flow
when the
pen hit the pad
go flip mode
like a 2-4-9
with a 1-4-5
fully loaded with a
bayonet attachment
sittin’ in his kitchen
after pilferin’ ya cabinets
lookin’ through
the knives
like i like that..
it might be nice
to stab with…
spittin’ with a
fully aut-o-matic
an the sh-t
that i spit
be nasty..
thought i
would’t do it
but i wouldn’t
wanna bе
the one to
try an put it
past me
thе world is
a sick, sick place
filled with danger
but is it
sick people
or just
human nature?
little skitzo..
peekin’ in your window
in the dark
on his tip-toes..
i’mma blast
till the slide lock/
till the last sh-ll
out my glock
pops out
an hits the sidewalk/
leave urine drippin’
on ya high tops/
superhuman..
how i do it…
always loose it
when you push those
b-ttons man/
not the end
of the world
but we’re on
the cusp of it
so i…
drop bombs
keep bustin’ b-tch
awwww sh-tttt
goose to mathers
what’s the matter?
mad hatter’s
back in the c-ckpit!
pointed at his watch
grabbed his c-ck
an he asked
what time it is/
still climbin’ b-tch
who i gotta suck off
to be m-g-k
f-ck it guess i’ll have to stay
and outlaw
lemme get six tickets
to ya downfall
yeah seven fourty seven
goin’ down dawg..
can you hear me
n-n-n-now though
hot tempered
little go-getter
stick figure
with a d-ck
that’s bigger
than mark
wahlberg
go get them
dollars..
corner that pit
see him slip
the collar
so high you get hit
you won’t ever
stop falling
the money
don’t stop?
these b-tches
keep callin’?
back to the wall
big b-lls
bring it on man
where were you
when disaster hit?
when supa snapped
an took a bat to slim
like f-ck you b-tch
suck a magic stick
chronic m-st-rbater
on a mattress binge
so….
get gone boy
do a little dance now….
put your hands up
wait a minute
simon didn’t say that! /
spray tracks
twin blade
of the sensei
laced in anthrax
take ya hand back
snap it
get stabbed
with the splintered half
i’mma..
go get it
i’mma…
finish that/
sick spits
with the pen
go ballistic
yeah what did
i do grip?
sh-t you’re welcome..
when bad
meets evil
here h-ll comes/
fast freddy
with a nail gun/
screamin’ ftp
so loud
that the docs
gonna hear me
in compton/
like awww h-ll son
welcome to the
book of david/
i spit it like it was
tailor fitted..
ill mind
an he’s dangerous
with it/
yeah you..
got a nice chip..
but i got boulders
on both shoulders
i told ya
who the f-ck
are you
playin’ wit?!
this is just me…
with my head down
while i pay hommage
writin’ songs
work ethic like i’m amish
sick with it…
take it to the bank
for i bomb it… /
roar like a lion
king kong it/
suck a fat d-ck
call me donkey/
what up homie?!??
no excuse for it
f-ck the game
leave the booth sore
lyrical serial k!ller he got a hole dug
what’s the hold up…?
think my cape was too long
and my feet tripped up/
said f-ck the police
an tried to beat em’ all up/
but rest assuredly
i go for a gun
you’re a dead punk/
be in psycheward high
with the charges hyped up
cause one cop lied
but his karma’s comin’ /
how high was i?
chasin’ comets cousin
on it like the mall
an we all were buzzin’
yeah bee-hive
white nikes
hit the pipe
got the cops in the treeline/
swan dive
leave geese in a v line/
how many times
you gonna say
my name
i swear..
come an get it
you’ll get re-tired
put me out sh-t…
i’m a grease fire!/
get stuffed
in a cannon
then re-fired/
bring the gas
to the beat
like the beans
yeah the re-fried…
when i’m off the top
these claws get sharp
just watch the hard
get turned to soft
two feet on the chopper
while i re-cline..
savage on a beat
hit the pad
with the ink
you gon’ gimme
the key or get
stamped out..
everybody’s hot
till they get
tu-pac’d
that glock
put a hypeman’s
hands down
picture this sh-t boy
picture me p-ssed
flippin’ sh-t
like a little kid
pitchin’ a fit
one hand on his d-ck
like picture you
gettin’ a f-ckin’
grip on this!
yeah in your f-ckin’
dreams pals.. /
but i like that..
see the game
in the dog
when he bite back/
yeah the realest sh-t
that they ever wrote
but they ain’t f-ckin’
write that??
disastrous win
i’mma hulk smash
then smash again
f-ck countin’ cash
it’s not that i’m broke
i just suck at math/
yo what’s up
with that??
told the game
to her face
i wanna f-ck you bad/
like baby, baby
baby, baby
lemme get
a taste of that/
wack rap
about to
face the facts
an you ain’t
got a big enough
f-ckin’ stage
for that/
you better
zip that sh-t
before ya
get hit
with a f-ckin’
laser from a
sp-ce cadet
race day
better place
ya bets
you got me
f-cked up
from the
get go hoe
you better go
retrace ya steps/
outta my
f-ckin’ mind
i’m off uh this
third rock…
chuck norris
can’t ignore it
a force that
can’t be stopped
you’ll all
get got..
send covid
to the doctor
for a david shot
cause i..
suck at life
but i was born
for this
heard f-ck
the police
an grew
h-rns i guess/
yeah the same
ole’ trick
but he did it
with a little bit
more finesse/
you k!ll me sh-t..
i need a
spartan’s death/
heartless
i got a harder head
go hard as heck
how bout’
a little less talk/
more suck my d-ck?
like aforesaid
born with h-rns
in a wh0re’s bed/
she had the
mark of the beast
on her forehead../
that’s where
i’m at in life/
wanna slice
windpipes
with xacto knives/
blasphemous
little alien
with acid spit/
sh-t’ll hit
an cause
a massive dent/
don’t nothin’
start a fire
like a mattress man
look what you
made me do…
yeah the sh-t’s
fictitious
but crazy true
go r-t-rded
don’t start it
got crazy fuel/
swing at me
get smacked live
on pay-per-view/
i will make
your day..
f-ckin’ lame
get your ass beat
an still get paid/
i ain’t even
mad though…
i’m filled with rage/
freeze the rain
i’m bringin’
hail today/
no cap on the pen
till the mother f-ckin’
app crash
said i couldn’t rap
said f-ck that
guess who’s back
from h-ll
an where ya
luck’s at
you can
trust that
bust down
couldn’t get
a bus pass/
you can waddle
like a duck
with ya
f-cked ass/
i got a
burger king
crown
breakin’
weed down
on a f-ckin’
hub cab/
it’s not a diss
it’s a love tap/
f-ckin’ grudge
match/
bare fist
where the
gloves at?
let you
tug that..
bend you over
with a smug
laugh..
get chased
through the woods
an then drug back
what’s that??
its a big ole
plopper
in ya smug ass
get f-cked
put a wig on
an get f-cked drag/
put the lotion
on the skin
or get the
hose dad/
make a
rapper
come to grips
like a hose clamp (haha)
get choked
tryna hit me
with those
goat hands/
nice form
but a weak
stance
old knee’s
and a weak chin
wanna party
on a harley
come with me
quinn/
wait and see
i’m zero degrees
they say i got
zero chance
fly like
an eagle plans
try to k!ll me sh-t
you couldn’t
be that fast
better read it dad/
look it
says here
that the
hero’s back
needle in a
haystak
stop sh-t
i got worn out
brake pads/
brain dead
make em’
break dance
on your grave next
raise every strand
of your grey hair
i betcha
couldn’t
fathom this/
ill mind with
a bad intent
great white
with a savage grin
didn’t want
to do it
but i had to man
i’ll prolly never
get the chance again/
to see ya
face bleed
when i
bash it in
i can
take you
from the
now to the
past tense
(what?)
two against one
till i blast
ya friend
skip that sh-t
like uh
scratched disk
i will
hit you in
the face
like a
hash pen
turn ya
cd case
to an ash tray
still smokin’
in the land
of the
has beens/
madman
with a
mad pen/
better hurry
grab ya
seatbelt
an fasten it/
not a rapper
i’m a catalyst/
burnin’ bridges
doin’ backward flips
spin ya head
when the
madness hits
stir the sh-t
i got a
mad kick/
take the knife
outcha hand
then i’ll hit you
with the flat end
no comprende
bendejo (do what i want.)
def-i-nition/
of what bad is
how’s that
for magic?
you still
rap tight but
ya assh0l-s
got a f-ckin’
dust flap
daddyyyyy
do a spiderman kick
right off
your chin
look at me
i spit so s-xyyyyy
spit bars
till i hit you
with a catch phrase
take ya breath
an make ya
chest cave
bunch of pieces
in a chess game
two h-rns
no name
an a red cape

- superman from neverland

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