letra de young god (never cared) studio freestyle - triplereapstikayoutube
[intro]
imma k!ll it b-tch
[verse 1]
fist fight b-tches no dyk-, lookin’ like everyones looking for fist fists, in the dark b-tch broke your
headlights, and the tails imma calmer, k!lling it like a psycho, jeffrey dahmer, in it i slaughter
i ain’t talking christmas, merry marauder. dont need my knuckes im a palmer, bone to the face broken
bones, i dont need no hoes or any girls and i know it may sound like a myrical but i swear im lyrical
turn the b-tches face into minerals, hennessey im pilling those, palmer to the face like a bl–dy nose
murder on my mind, bl–dy clothes, im a catcher like voorhees though, sharp like freddy ho, free melly
and if he dies in there then take r. kelly, bring melly back, im telling funny sh-t, no i ain’t on crack
[verse 2]
r i p to x, give that mans life back, i got my demons, none of them are melvin, and no i dont rock calvin
b-tches turn these into dyk- fights, imma just walk away with my mac-11 with a laser sight, so dont try
to run it up, i know it’ll just end you up in double cups, no codeine i ain’t smoking weed and i ain’t
drinking lean, i know imma young god, keep a dsr on me like im playing cod, feel like a mobster, but in
shooting games imma monster, talked to a girl the other day, yeah i lost her, glock 30 223, i dont give a
f-ck because ya’ll b-tches wanna be wannabes
people wanna act like they know me, but they dont know sh-t about me, im just popping off, no drugs
im setting examples bruh, i bite into this sh-t like a cannibal, you p-ssys are as slow as mammals bruh
i rap so i manage it, and bet you b-tches can’t even manage it, just like people looking fo fights won’t
do sh-t, i got hawkeyes im not a p-ssy ass b-tch call him mekhi , punch him to the face yeah he got
pink eye, then later a black eye, b-tch be swollen, i am not stalling imma keep going not dirty like
these b-tches be hoing, f-ck you b-tch as my slogan, i am no wrestler talking like hulk hogan
i am the one, you will get stunned and after that, im like b-tch im done, b-tch im jeffrey dahmir
except i never commited manslaughter or any slaughter, or assualt. these b-tches be salty, they need a
canteen, b-tches looking to pop like a plan b, triple reapstika returns like im the rap reaper im blowing
up the game like im a f-cking green creeper, sneak disses make the affected b-tches weaker, i rock dc
yeah you can see it on my motherf-cking sneakers
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