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letra de speed demons 2 - trash music

verse 1: abyss & msl

i am the unoticed king of the k!ller flow with the speed and the syllables, i just mean to bringing it home
chopping a motherf-cker, no reason for you to go
i’m kind of evil, i know, the demons breed in my dome
people wanna wonder why i chill it to the bone
well i guess it’s cause all my lyrics are cold like a stone
get it man, ice cream, didn’t mean to shout
but you’re gonna feel this sh-t because i’m bout to go and own
we got the f-cking tracks, in the back, let me get my cash
i’m a psychopath, when i rap, let me spit it fast
chopping, let a motherf-cker blast, set you in my path
i get on the mic and i just spaz when i spitting trash
get it now i’m jewish so i fast, never finish last
gotta call a rap, cause i’m bad and i go attack
any f-g that says the trash ain’t the m-ss that’ll kick his -ss out i think i’m done time to back
i’m the really-sicker-than-average when i get up on the beat
trash music we out here, we always f-cking talking key
people looking at me like i’m god, when i gotta be
abyss is the god of this music sh-t, you never be stopping me
chillin with abyss and you know we got the key
trash music we out here in case you didn’t see
msl and abyss are diggin’ ditches for b-tches and i’m bout to put’em in the ground, man i’m just trynna help em sleep
f-cking with the dude who try to get me, shut your lights off
and ain’t no evidence, that’s the power of pinesaw
i’m a little crazy, i can tell you that my mind’s gone
i’m not gonna k!ll you, imma torture you all night long
if you wonder why he does it well it’s because he’s on my song
we come on stompin’ through like mental giant fee fo fi fum
in case you didn’t notice that the trash was takin’ over well i guess you better sit back because had a nice run
ain’t n0body f-cking with abyss, i got the flow flame
faster, spitting up my flame and drooling propane
trash music we out here homie, we ain’t playing no games
chopping the skitzo cypher sickness, see their ain’t no game
people like the way that i get it and spit it, it’s so flame
thinkin’ that i’ll hit’em with sh-t that i’m packin? no way
ask’em if they’re ready for danjor and if they’re not: better be thinking about their life because they’re really gonna die today

verse 2: danjor

msl, man it’s really been a minute, i would ask you how you’re doing but it’s time to get up in it, easily rapping incredibly
quick, and i’m gonna be leaving their heads all spinning, a demon of speed is coming to punish for every lyrical sinning
like an atom you’ll be splitting. to fathom what i’m spitting you’re gonna have to undergo some cataclysmic visions
stepping to the clique you made the baddest of decisions cuz the horror that i show makes you abandon your religion
i’m otherworldly whenever i chop it with a fast flow, you’re sh-tty on the microphone like you were sticking it in your -ssh0l-
on the beat i run the monopoly no h-ssle, making a couple hundred dollars every turn when i p-ss go, committing atrocities at terminal velocity, a rabid animosity, nothing is ever stopping me, the child of the prophecy, just finished taking lots of speed
and now he is about to show you how to spit it properly my chopping ability’s cavernous, taking a beat and going to ravage it
having everybody wonder what’s happening, unlimited energy’s what i’m tapping in, a machine gun is popping a cap in it, locking the
body up in the cabinent. articulate and intricate when i’m ripping it, i gotta be f-cking immaculate. i’m the executioner
welcome to my dungeon. i grab a spiked mace, gonna hit you with the bludgeon, if you’re questioning why i do it, it’sbecause i’m a speed demon, and i’m just answering the summons

verse 3: big switch

verse 4: 4fifth

verse 5: kvr

solely and solemnly i welcome you to the show
progress only, not sorry, being ready to see you’re slow
dying slowly, but for me it’s important before i go
to control really all of me and leave something to this world
and you can keep on laying on couch and on watching me grow
why are you weeping, hating so much? it ain’t touching me, hoe
y’all the same i can tell, it’s so lame that i know
welcome to the h-ll, hide six feet below
not popping my chrome, but i’m popping your dome
open your mind, robbing your soul, wrapping it up and i’m home
will not be giving a f-ck about haters, i’m coming around and i’m f-cking ’em up
better stop when i ride with the beat, bringing the heat when i flow
put ’em in a coma and come outta doubt and i made a riddle ’bout what i said
didn’t you understand? no surprise, although
it would be really wise if you read it once, twice
to get we k!lled it, no lie, second time in a row

- trash music

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