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letra de vietnam - $uicideboy$

[intro: gunnery sergeant hartman, ruby da cherry & $crim]
“who said that? who the f-ck said that? who’s the slimy little communist sh-t twinkle-toed c-cksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? n0body, huh? the fairy f-cking godmother said it! out-f-cking-standing! i will p.t. you all until you f-cking die!”
uh
this a $crim beat
uh, digging for all the facts, uh
ruby da cherry, yah
dj $crim with that 808

[verse 1: ruby da cherry]
you can catch me chillin’ with the polar bears
bogus f-cking jokes on us sucka’ punch
dat d.a.r.e sweatshirt wearing motherf-cker $crim
scarier ric flair, been there, done jack
sack full of cash, backpack of hash
grab that stash and dash, there ain’t never a clash
rip a flash
swallow ya’ soul through a flask
grab that mask, and never look back
black plague sick
oh, wait—i meant to say sl!ck
p-ssing on his missin’ mrs (yeah, uh)
dippin’ the tip in the grip, and sippin’ glory
tippin’ maury
it’s a f-ckin’ secret story
kinda boring, yeah—
uh
stormin’ in the southeast
sh-t, it’s really pouring, but i’m snorin’
hit the alarm clock
while my stocks in farm blocks
gets hot, like a pot
on the f-ckin’ stove oven top

[interlude: gunner sergeant hartman & $l!ck $loth]
“h-ll, i like you. you can come over to my house and f-ck my sister. you little sc-mbag! i’ve got your name! i’ve got your -ss!”
($l!ck $loth, work!)

[verse 2: $l!ck $loth]
ridin’ solo, through kyoto with four hoes
i’m a no-show for more shows
wanna tango
drinkin’ faygo, maybe mango
got a tan, hoe
couple ten bros
make a fan go, to the van, hoe
f-ck her mouth ’til the tears start pourin’ out
i’m just chillin’ eating pizza in a foreign house
quiet as a mouse, plottin’ on a spouse
what’s this all about? i don’t even know
only thing i know is that i’m throwed
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
sippin’ and spillin’
villians is chilling (yeah, right)
eatin’ on children (grrah!), it’s $crimmy the villain!
got penicillin, munchin’ on chilli’s
pop a few w-ll–s
pop a few pillies (bleurgh!)
bite a few t-tties
with my homeboy timmy (timmy!)
grippin’ on semis
(rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah!)

[bridge: gunnery sergeant hartman]
“—exactly three f-cking seconds to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or i will gouge out your eyeb-lls and skull-f-ck you! one! two! three!”
“sir, i can’t help it, sir!”
“bullsh-t! get on your knees, sc-mbag…!”

[outro]
this is my rifle! this is my gun!
this is for fighting! this is for fun!

- uicideboy

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