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letra de jack kevorkian - tha god fahim

[verse 1: mach-hommy]
promise my mama i ain’t gon’ never let no b-tch, get away with sh-t
sh-t, put that on the dish

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
run up with the kel-tec all silly bro
and clap you like an ass like a nicki minaj video
i leave you blessed by the devil
fashion rebel, all my life been banging heavy metal
blame it on the bezel
make the smell of death easy to settle
i been blasting still since 9 years old
a project of the ghetto

[verse 3: mach-hommy]
when the mac ring, riing
cats gotta dip took a bagpipe on a train, that kind of trip
slit the ring off your thing
dang, i want the pumpernick’
i want the bread it ain’t a game when i’m up to something i’m sick
pull the mac out the stash box
i’m rubbing on your cl-t
pull a quater ki out your booty i thug your sh-t

[verse 4: tha god fahim]
death’s disciple with the 22 rifle
my chains glow like the glove of michael
you should slap yourself with your own hand
for trying to play dance with black conan
this ain’t a slow jam
i’ll beat the n-gga til his brain was dead
put the clip to his head
all the cerebral tissue fell down straight to his legs
soon as he hopped of the porch, in the yard where he bled
threw the pistol in the sewer
got no place for the feds
the moon burns red, the skys turn black
and when your eyes turn back
from the bullet that i put in your helm
just another f-ck n-gga in the twilight realm

[verse 5: mach-hommy]
homie i’m from a place where your heart strings snap out of steps
won’t make you pass the lobby

- tha god fahim

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