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letra de uppercut - the kevin bennett

y’all want a piece of the east coast beast
better get in line
he, she, they/them you will lose
it don’t matter how you ‘dentify
when you come in the arena
gotta knuckle up or take an uppercut to venus
pocket all this bread like i’m talkin’ bout a pita
boy got “it”
you would think that he be turnin into pennywise
if i had a penny for every clown that i came across
i would own a circus
and every face would be painted on
all these new rappers
is only gon’ do chatter
it’s only me who matter
so too bad if you take it wrong
hit the beat, the people gon’ scatter
flow badder than most, i rap with a full bladder
couple of bones shatter whenever i throw hammers
if it wasn’t for me then y’all wouldn’t know bangers
word to gwen stefani on the beat i go bananas
i could spell it out without a problem got the grammar
countin down the minutes til i muhf-ckin blow
tick tock b-tch, like i’m dancin on the camera
i be on my prime let me amazon a package
always gon’ deliver you could track it
i could send a man in a vest to the front porch of a residence
y’all are not returnin when you damaged (d-mn)
tiger with the stripes
cheetah with the spots
lion with the mane
bennett with the bops
welcome to the wild
walk in the safari you can only get so far
he walked up on a predator and never made it out
haters always surface when you wake up with a purpose
they say a couple words but they never stay around
bro i’m sorry that you never gaining clout
couldn’t even get the rock to raise a brow
y’ain’t f-ckin with me now
there is no makin ammends
errytime i tell em to step to the plate
they just turn into bacon and eggs
oj with some bread
muhf-ckas trippin it look like they breakin they legs
did i mention that i hate blood suckas
and for the love of the lord
i’m saving a wooden stake for they chest
the way i jump into the block
you would think it was hopscotch
i’m lookin like a monster
but it isn’t no sasquatch
i spit it with velocity, so give me a stopwatch
ain’t never fallin off, you be the one who mufasa
don’t got a couple homies
always roll with an entourage
we meetin up with randy, gonna smoke in his mom’s garage
i’m crackin a canadian and gulpin it non-stop
mistakin me for 50 how i handle like nine shots
aye
sir you’re a herb for making a herd snore
when you perform
prolly cause your verse poor
gonna hurt more when i rock it to the earth’s core
yell a couple curse words
toss you off the third floor
bunch of brush burns
and your shirt torn
and you’re sure lookin worn down from the brute force
i’m a work force
and flippin the bird towards
to anyone that think i ain’t bigger than nerd core

- the kevin bennett

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