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letra de the dummy - supreme cuts & haleek maul

[verse 1: haleek maul]
(f-ck you k!ll my n-gga?)
haleek k!ller k!lling them, i seen it all
but i seen no god, guess that i’m alone
i guess that you’re alarmed if you ever see my face
never met the demon sp-wn that’s my ace spitting rage
problems i can’t solve
my mind should go f-ck y’all
driving that top trot and i’m faced with a brick wall
now the g a life for me
girlie blow the dice for me
probably rip your whole cl!ck to bits with this rhyming scheme

[hook]
we be the infamous ya heard of us
pop pills n-gga motherf-cking swisher something

[verse 2: haleek maul]
dark sh-t coming for your (?) b-tch
burn out your apartment
please don’t try to start sh-t
i’m already pretty f-cked up in the head
but sup cuts give me cred
so i k!lled that sh-t
f-cking stabbed that sh-t ‘til i’m content
voices in my head
paranoid as h-ll
sweating out this world
tell my girl i’m leaving it
sh-t she don’t exist
i guess she’s just a myth
just like a model father figure
sh-t i’m switching sh-t
put that sh-t in a coffin before y’all n-ggas try to start some sh-t
beefing just the meat dish
best heat it with that 45 clip
ain’t trying to see that sh-t
but i stevie on that sh-t
plead the fifth up on that sh-t
make the system work for me (ha)
this is post rap post love post breakup post drugs post norms
f-ck the game we taking it
and throwing the charred carc-ss off the boat
after we rape the sh-t
f-ck ‘em

[hook]

[verse 3: deniro farrar]
they say thou shalt not k!ll
on them pills i feel like satan b-tch
why you scared? you made me this
you don’t believe what i believe?
well i guess that makes you atheist
pardon me; where’s my respect?
i walk around on church ground with satanic crosses around my neck
so truthfully, i ain’t got it all
real talk i’m throwed off
overdosed on adderall
snorting all this tylenol
too insane to be sane
normal: all this f-cking pain
no remorse and no shame
whenever i let my gun rain
driven off of cocaine
paper bag full of spray paint
crazed n-gga with a ak
ready to cause some mayday
i’m seeing all though my seeing eye
sacrifice and that get me by
drinking blood ‘til it get me high
can’t sleep, i’m trying to think of why
i just watched my soul fly
right in front of my f-cking eyes
sold that b-tch in the nick of time
satan bout to give me mine
oh it’s f-ck me?
that’s how that’s gon’ be?
well h-ll bout to freeze over, n-gga
ain’t no b-tch in me (go!)

[hook]

- supreme cuts haleek maul

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