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letra de maggots - swagdisease

[hook]
want another verse or a feature, you f-ckin’ f-ggot?
skin you, leave you dead on the floor, covered in maggots
slice a hole into his neck and drain him ‘fore i bag it
lurin’ opps over to the crib is my habit

[verse 1]
put a bullet through his head, and put a knife up in his chest
if wanna come through, you might as well just show up dead
c-ck it back and pop a f-ggot, fill his mouth with taste of lead
when i shoot the air fills just like i’m tokin’ smokin’ deads
see him walkin’ through the street, i might just hit him with a left-right
sneakin’ up behind him, back of head meet with a lead pipe
shoot out into the open in the middle of the dеad-night
hear some screamin’ and thеn silence walk over a dead guy

[bridge]
f-cked up, everybody pills, they got me f-cked up
f-cked up, everybody pills, they got me f-cked up
f-cked up, everybody pills, they got me f-cked up
f-cked up, everybody pills, they got me f-cked up

[verse 2]
got a sniper in a tower, in that spot is where you stay
got a hammer i might bash it in your skull, might make it break
got your bone stuck on my hatchet, can’t believe your life, it’s fake
f-ck stayin’ passive, it’s all flaccid, k!llin’ no breaks
[hook]
want another verse or a feature, you f-ckin’ f-ggot?
skin you, leave you dead on the floor, covered in maggots
slice a hole into his neck and drain him ‘fore i bag it
lurin’ opps over to the crib is my habit

- swagdisease

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