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letra de gangsta type song - teenage disaster

[intro: teenage disaster]
yo this isn’t the beat i picked homie
(yo just like, rock with it, rock with it for a minute, just rock)
um, yeah i mean, i guess, i can record on it, hold on
(yeah just try give it a try, give it a try)
i’m gonna open up my notepad real quick
(yeah, alright, ready? alright)
(dxrty merv)
i high-key thought the beat would start here but it’s-
is that a f-cking cartoon bonk sound effect?
(dude just shut the f-ck up, make the song dude)
yo who f-cking made this?
alright that’s fine, alright
yeah

[verse 1: teenage disaster]
f-ckin’ these hoes and countin’ these 50’s
scream at the cops like b-tch come and get me
i’m in the streets and i dance in the alleyway
imma run up on yo’ block ‘cus you h-lla g-y

yo was the-, was the g-y thing not cool?
(yeah, that’s-, that’s, chill on that a little bit)
i’m sorry
(yeah, it’s fine)
no i, here’s this, how about this
pistol packin’, d-ck i’m jackin’
all yo’ b-tches f-ckin’ slackin’
[?] crashing, ‘cus i shot it
b-tch i’m hard, i do narcotics
b-tch gimme top in the back of the trap house
call me stuart little stacking cheese like a d-mn mouse
i am based, you are cringe
feel my wrath, from within
i am hungry, eat din-din
don’t like monkey? that’s a sin

yeah dude i don’t, i don’t know about this song, like, i’m not really feeling it
(dude just, just do inner trap, inner rap-man)
i, yeah, alright, just f-ckin’, yeah, alright
(you don’t even have to speak english, just don’t even speak english. just go, go for it)

-this verse is pretty much just gibberish lol-

[interlude: teenage disaster, christ dillinger & < b="">]
this just f-ckin’ sucks
(wait, what do you mean?)
i’m done, like, i’m good, i’ll see you later
(wait you paid like $250 for this, you paid like $250 for this)
no dude i just, i just don’t, i don’t know, i wish i had more experience with like- like felonies and like crippling drug addictions and just like slingin’ rocks, wait um, i don’t know
yo dillinger, uh, you wanna hop on this?
yeah wassup n-gga, nah i mean, yeah i’m definitely trynna hop on this sh-t but i’m fresh off parole, i better consult my lawyer first

-phone dialling followed by phone ringing-

hi you have reached christ dillinger’s lawyer’s office, how can i help you?
-dillinger talking-
well uh, uh, yeah nah, i wouldn’t, i wouldn’t recommend you doing this but, yeah i don’t know, the prosecution gonna have a hay-day with this one, but then again, if you go to court i’m getting paid, so actually, you should definitely do this sh-t

[verse 2: christ dillinger]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
and i dealt with the feds now give me immunity
i’m still selling rocks like i f-ck the community
i’m throwin’ the xannies in the purse with the adderall
step into my office, it’s right in this bathroom stall
taking my products might lead to an overdose
[?] going through comatose
speaking of drug dealing you know i do the most
hoe always b-tching, i turn her into a ghost
[?] 83 80’s
i got myself money but i’m always angry
i don’t like white people and neither should you
and i be [?]
i’m selling cocaine and some crack on my snapchat
right there on my lap that’s where i keep the mac at
[?] just like hockey
i’m f-ckin’ on b-tches and sippin’ on sake
i’m taking the life of a n-gga that cross me
i’m sellin’ these drugs to these kids they can’t stop me
[bridge: christ dillinger]
yeah n-gga, yeah i’m finna beat the case n-gga
lawyer on deck n-gga, his name is abram n-gga
he’s jewish, that n-gga’s name is abram silverstein, i’m finna get off

[interlude: teenage disaster]
alright so, this is recorded after christ dillinger’s part, um, a couple months later
uh, he actually got arrested for the stuff he said in that song, he’s currently serving life
um, his last request is that i actually spit some bars at the end of this song
um, ey

[verse 3: teenage disaster]
like your bully i’m throwin’ these punches
i’m at your school and i’m stealin’ yo’ lunches
i got a strap but i ran out of bullets
your hair is stupid, look like a mullet
yeah, m, i, l, f, certified big br–sts
(this b-tch is like 40 years old, i don’t know, it’s kinda f-ckin’ weird to be honest)
got so many bars they call me rap-aholic
they said teenage you can’t rap, i said that’s pretty accurate
free dillinger, we miss you
wish you didn’t break the law, shouldn’t have f-ckin’ done that

[outro: teenage disaster]
spider gang, i- i guess
minus-, minus one, minus one from spider gang
it’s christ dillinger, ‘cus he-
ah, this is f-ckin’ stupid

- teenage disaster

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