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letra de fuck t. karras - t. karras

[intro]
woo, bout’ to destroy an easy target right here!
it’s going to seem very easy, but you know… i gotta do it

[verse 1]
who the f-ck is this t. karras guy?
and why the f-ck does he think he’s fly?
trying to be hip-hop when he ain’t got it…
you can tell by his looks that he’s just bullsh-t
i’ll just jump ahead, you should give up now
who the f-ck cares if you can make the sounds
you’re a suburb kid, you’re super privliged
stop admiring the ghetto, get back to those books kid
you’re voice is tinny, i don’t believe you’re 25
you’re not brave, you’re just a coward in my eyes
and who the f-ck cares about what you have to say
when you lie to yourself almost everyday…
about how famous you are and how everybody likes you
reality; everybody thinks you’re a dumb -ss fool
what’s your purpose for living? to p-ss us off?
well, you’ve certainly rocked your socks
say it with me now…

[chorus]
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
i say… f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
i say… f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
i say… f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras
f-ck t. karras

[verse 2]
look at you; you’d couldn’t compete in the olympics…
i don’t care if you’re special, you complain like a b-tch…
about how your life sucks and all the regrets you have
dude, we don’t care; go talk to your dad
and let me just say, you’re shady as f-ck
everything you do is just to make a quick buck
you never cared, all you ever did was exploit
i’m not hearing what you say; you made your choice
how many people have you walked over like a doormat?
how many feelings have you hurt in your ongoing act?
all you have are are excuses and i don’t want to hear that
do you really think i’m some sort of pathetic sap?
get away from me -ssh0l-, i don’t need your obsession
you a super-f-cking d-ck, i don’t need your blessin’
i’m a better man than you and i don’t even try…
you’ve wasted your chances now go f-ck off and die

[verse 3]
you should of never been born
n0body will be at your grave to morn…
your death will be like a celebration to us
and you’re not invited, boo hoo; tough luck!
that’s what you get for being a sh-thead
everybody ignores you and you’re left to fend…
for yourself, all alone, isolated, most hated…
you would of never made it, i’m pretty sure you contempated…
suicide yet you were too p-ssy to do it
the thought of death is just too construded…
i thought you were brave and yet you are afraid…
of a simple little thing called a 6-feet deep grave
i’ve had it with you, keep living in fantasy…
meanwhile we’re out here living reality
keep those grandoise ideas to yourself
you’re a crazy white f-ck and you need some help. word

- t karras

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