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letra de kraken - the animal king

hook- it doesn’t matter what waves you make
if you are real or too fake
you’re dead when i got my eyes on you
so what the f-ck your gon do?
b-tch if i catch any of you lackin
i’m taking you down like the kraken

v1- you are 10,000 leagues below me
so why should i worry about you homie
you a sucker
little f-cker
my imagination is more vast than the ocean
a devils creation that is crest with no emotion
i lay low
and stay so
calm until i take you b-tches under
like sunken treasure your riches plunder
after you sign your lifе on the x
and record labels alrеady mapped out a way to snap your checks
pardon my reach
as i harden my speach
make whirl pools that trap you in
take your bones and have them snap through skin
i’m big headed
leave a pig dead kid
i guess your pen game is in off season
selling out for a soft reason
davy jones locker room talk
you had mediocrity walk
for you
you’re too
chicken to ruffle feathers get decapitated
you stickin to cliches will make you sh-t rap dated
enter the blue world
rising out making waves to have you twirl
take the wind out your sails
look at these poor males
rib cage caved eyes out the socket
it doesn’t matter if you have money in ya pocket
you get takin into debts (depths)
the storm rages on having you in sweats
and colder than the north atlantic
my soul morphed and made ya panic
cause ya know
hook

v2- no regard for human life
ho everything i’m doin is causing strife
for the pop commandment
i do it for hip hop y’all are some bandits
of what made rap art
who the f-ck let that cr-p start
i have the crown you guys are jokes that will never get it
the sk!ll will send you to etown hospitals and i won’t be apologetic
if you think you are the master race
i won’t k!ll your like the others at a faster pace
your death will be slow like the sinking of the titanic
k!lling the game just the way i planned it
i crush your ribs like a soda can
mushing rappers ya know the plan
in rap there’s a lot of fish in the sea and i’m making sushi
i’m out here breaking juicy
necks turn the sea into a pool of blood
you heard him rap sober why would you give the fool a bud
i’m not someone you should be meeting on a bad day
rappers get eaten they never stood a chance had they
they weren’t ten toes down they were always half steppin
hooks are the psychopaths weapon
y’all get drowned out when i spit
automatically washed up when you hear my sh-t
if you don’t want your bones to be dust
then don’t lie about me on a track because
hook

- the animal king

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