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letra de soul calibre - sxan

(sound distortion)
lalalalala (maniacal laughter)

(verse 1 : sxan)

ring the bell
cancel every show and tell
everyone that master sxan is opening the gates of h-ll
you should all just go for shelter and run for the bell whenever i’m loose and spitting out bars that penetrate (sniffs) every f-cking cell

i think you can tell that n-ggas always tryna snipe me
but who would i be if i never had any enemies?
always piping
“blah blah blah”
alright gee, why don’t you and your homies come and b-tch in my vicinity

close proximity is only an act to triggеr me
cause imma bust any minute
i’m bеginning to cringe
have you thinkin i’m havin a fit when the flows i emmit now feel like a sprinkler system that’ll f-ck up your sound system

i’m certain that i p-ssed em of and i might diss em
but i don’t mind pr-cks, better keep a safe distance
call an ambulance in advance
i’m causing turbulence and all you f-cking b-tches are losing your f-cking stance
up with the syllables
undefeated individual
usual ain’t my thing
i abuse when i pull the thing on em
brutal is what i choose when i’m loose
i ain’t stopping
i’m stomping towards ya
mad as f-ck i storm ya

i need not to pick
i’m deranged and i got n-ggas grabbing the shorter end of the stick
now they’re sucking the right end of my d-ck
got me tick-tickin and talking when i hear n-ggas talkin a lot of smack
b-tch imma have you for a muhf-ckin snack

(hook)

shh, quiet (quiet!)
you don’t wanna start off with a riot (no!)
you’d be safer if you sit in silence (shh)
you don’t wanna see me getting violent (haaa)

eyes rolled into my eyelids (bleh!)
might go “split!” for some hours (ehhh)
i don’t plan on leaving no survivors (nah)
cowards (ye!)
y’all die first when the time comes
(verse 2 : sxan)

now picture me dumbing your body into the ditch and then p-ssin all over the pitch as you’re f-cking clinging ant twitching
your cns gon be glitching as if it had venomous cake from my kitchen
i tried to warn you but you just didn’t listen

the mission is to obliterate, incinerate and squish anyone who p-sses me off
in the often you b-tch and i might give you stiches
if anybody ever noticed you’re missing i’d do to them what i did to my…neighbour’s kitten (ayi!)

n-ggas tryna bite i bet they’re wondering how goat tastes
you gon have to purge if you give in to urges sh-tface
driving you insane got you screeching and also b-tt-naked
you barely know your own name
fame is so f-cked up hey…

ucksey y-mey ickday on a tuesday, make way for the icksay otherf-ckmey easepley
try to stay at least 10-20ft away if you want the two you have still attached to your egleys uh

mayday!mayday!
doomsday coming
the ruthless running outa prison
the po-po running
you’ll believe i ain’t fronting when i start spitting out bars back to back
grandmother have a heart attack
i’ll grab your neck, break your back then put your body on a stack of coarpses then it all turns black
i’ll make sure that you don’t come back
i got a calibre that leaves marks on a motherf-ckin track yeah!

(hook)

shh, quiet (quiet!)
you don’t wanna start off with a riot (no!)
you’d be safer if you sit in silence (shh)
you don’t wanna see me getting violent (haaa)

eyes rolled into my eyelids (bleh!)
might go “split!” for some hours (ehhh)
i don’t plan on leaving no survivors (nah)
cowards (ye!)
y’all die first when the time comes

(verse 3 : reign)

fast money, fast cars, fast women wanna f-ck wimme
nah baby girl i don’t f-ck with no simps
i drip clean with my hair messed up (whoo!) hit the-hit the light switch

those wimme ain’t gonna switch when i pull up and give you stich when you act like a b-tch
hustle out of the pits
alla the hate from you witches ain t sh-t better chill out and sit
(sit sit!)

(verse switch : sxan)

time to get lit
stick the pin in
never depend on any pr-ck
pick into the ground
distinct sound “pound”
whole crowd full of misfits
whenever the spit slimes up the f-cked up and hyped up simps
the mind often wanders to pits where the odds are two times worse than he orphans’
in awe son
arson is when i get up on the mic b-tch i’m awesome
your ass in the coffin

(verse switch : reign)

working on profit
foresee the future no prophet
wanna be richer than buffett
into the mosh pit
i got you kickin the bucket
controlling the game like a puppet

all the debating, stop it
alla ya heads, i pop em
pinnacle toppin
bringing the heat to the popsicle
damaging every ossicle

(verse switch : sxan)

took a bit of energy to toss in the ball
raw syllables
crossing the road to the post
office is no job anymore
talkin about swamping the pool with some hunnid dollar notes
rain/reign on you with the pale n-gga gino comin atchu with our hair messed up n-gga
(hit the-hit the light switch)
dig the pitch black sp-ce where y’all scatter as we chase you with chainsaws
freddy and jason!

- sxan

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