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letra de shook ones - supreme assassin

[verse: supreme assassin]

acting like a little b-tch thinking that you all are sh-t. don’t think you understand or don’t understand a word of it sitting in the mansion poppin all these pills
doesn’t matter all these mumble rappers got no sk!lls. pretty bronze and throwing up. middle fingers throwing up this year my record label’s blowing up wait, hold on. if my record label’s blowing up, why the f-ck do you suck? actually, what the f-ck am i doing? this music that i’m using. call up andrew. you ain’t like that. whoa don’t play around anymore, ho. you’re puttin’ on a show, where’s your mic at?you’re just actin’ like a f-ckin’ rat. spit these mad words backwords, if i can think of words, i’ma speak in an accent. h-llo, my name is s-u-p-r-e-m-e, i’m b-r-o-k-e. why the f-ck is it 6:22pm, i think my boy andrew likes mеn, and i’m about to go rap in an accent. runnin’ around, gonna go to gold goat, gloat gloat, or goat gloat, whatever thе f-ck your name is, gloat goat. i got my guy, i’m going to stick a pencil in your eye, if you ever hear it comes out i commit suicide. i’m not trying to be stencil, i probably blew my head off while i was writing with a pencil. as long as i keep dropping these syllables, triple, double, synonyms, anonyms, k!lling them again and again. hold on. hey, this is you like men. i’m just a sick pr-ck
i’m more pr-ck than sl!ck rick. okay, kick sl!ck rick in the f-cking d-ck. still a c-nt. i never shut the f-ck up. and there ain’t much to say. but i’ma keep freestyling. keep wilding. with the rhymes i’m freestyling and annihilating. annihilating, i can see that you’re hating. you all act like snakes and smash your face off gates. gonna be up there with the greats. sit down, andrew. sit down, man. i’m about to throw a pack of sand in your bathroom window. you’re still slow. you’re still slow, you stupid hoe. i don’t give an f-u-c-k anymore. and andrew, don’t say this is a diss. also, please, if i said your name, don’t get p-ssed. because i can tell that you’re probably going to get p-ssed off. then you’re probably going to say some sh-t that gets me p-ssed off. then i’m going to write some dumb sh-t. shut the f-ck up if you take a fence you’re trying to set a gate, you can f-ck.i f-cked up my line. hold on, give me a second. if you never stole a gate, you can take offense. you’re in the back and that’s actually where i’m in
middle of fingers blowing up. my record label’s blowing up. hold on, supreme. what the f-ck?

- supreme assassin

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