letra de locusts - thepussybeagle
burner locked loaded
bullets fly like locusts
no k.k.k bulletin board needed for notice
i ain’t playing if i own it
you know it
drinking smoking
ain’t no one frozen
just dirty boots
well i’m jordan’s
but off the courts of course
the course been fighting drugs and intercourse
the f-ck yo widows tinted for
there ain’t no police around these parts
ponies and race cars is all we got
mennonite pimping that livestock
prolly in a pine box
before i’m 25 bruh
line up
you a time bomb
you a geyser
line up
along with every rapper that ever said that
along with kendrick
now you boxed in
got you c-c-coughing choking
you stupid kamikaze copy
copy captain got him right here
no where to go
tokin’ (token) off everybody style with the voice and the flows
trying to act country and make it his own
this boys debatable dead weight
like where the f-ck yo head sp-ce
prolly get famous off a kim k s-x tape
a speed run death race
you set your own fate
bro so crazy
row row
till in soho
lately i’ve been laying back while hauling -ss thinking ya god gone save me
nah i’m playing
praise to satan
death is sacred
sign the paper
pay the piper
pick your poison
nah
i don’t believe in such
thinking that everybody here is sus
zip it you f-ck
doge duck
dip dive
dove slid
home
trying to hide from my demons
cackle sneaking
jackal breathing
pitch black shackles had me bleeding
saint nick sack full of reason
don’t need a casket i’m a heathen
creeping
past these beaters
looking for a smoke or something
maybe a couple of twenty’s tens fives
f-cking h-ll i love money
bet you can tell that i’m hungry
but nah my stomach rumble
my parents hard working
got their lives turning around
nice house in a lil town
ain’t no gangs round
still we bang rounds
smoke loud
spray louse
espoused
every thing i learned as a youngin
by someone somewhere or something
just monkey see monkey do that’s what people say
and honestly i don’t agree
we ain’t the same monkeys that we used to be
well i can’t speak for you i’m only talking about me
i made my own path
dug my own trench
searching for that rolex
certain that i got next
up until i’m sock-less
broken crying sobbing
if there ain’t no f-cking gwala
in my pockets
then i’m robbing
catching larson
and ending my story
sorry life tends to be boring
lemme just wrap it up for you
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