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letra de dead pool - tha god fahim

[intro]
praised be the lord

[verse]
i go to war whenever necessary
you gon’ need a gun and vest to marry
we carry, you secondary (tzazazazaza)
gold fiber, green cover, deep cover
the mac-11 comes solar-powered, repeat, brother (brrr)
i’m only f-ckin’ with elite supper
suffer; tha dark shogunn in that ass, like (i’m in that ass, n-gga)
you baby rash asswipe, you the scary type
don’t-normally-carry type
sleep with the mac in these scary nights (popopopopop)
my n-gga sunset got that k!ller gorilla
got me stoned like the five pillars
concealed carry on this ill block with k!ller cops
but still life’s golden like jill scott
me and glock like coca and sosa
the evil shogun, see my face on a poster
i only do it for the culture
hold the hammer and squeeze; my b-tch come from belize
you ain’t important to me (give a sh-t about you)
i kick a rhyme like fifa
a picture of me is worth more than the mona lisa
i’m aimin’ copperheads right at your caesar
i’ll make a n-gga block hot as a fever
i’m quotin’ one-twenty mathematics from the teacher
it’s the motherf-ckin’ god in your speakers (the motherf-ckin’ god)
show up with a scythe at your door like the reaper
represent the 9 ether; creeper, nightcrawler
expedite [?] the god mc, n-gga, it’s no bother (no problem)
yeah, your rhymes a’ight, but my sh-t way harder (my sh-t hot)
that’s why i always stay cookin’ and sh-t (i’m cookin’ again)
and f-ck every venue that ain’t bookin’ my sh-t (f-ck ’em)
f-ck every radio (f-ck ’em)
there he go; they love me in mexico (love me)
they gon’ play me, though
try to play me, i splash the eighty, bro (kakakakakaka)
i’m available, wanna battle? just [?] pay [?] ([?])
and when it comes to bars, i’m a animal
handle you, shot the n-gga from my third-floor patio (brrr)
maggie go, blast at your homer at home base (zazazazazazaza)
end up missin’ bart and hittin’ marge face
scarface, drop the top for car sp-ce
they say the sky is the limit, i’m tryna go far as sp-ce
’cause every rap is hard lace
[outro]
motherf-cker
every rap is hard lace
f-ck you n-ggas, man
the motherf-ckin’ god, n-gga, fully loaded in this motherf-cker
you know what i’m sayin’? i don’t give a f-ck who ain’t wit’ it, n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck! you know what i’m sayin’? i do what i wanna do
sh-t!

- tha god fahim

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