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letra de wes craven - unaverage gang

[verse 1: vague]
crushin’ everything
to give it up, it’s just a crutch
and you burnin’ through your life
it’s like you ridin’ on the clutch
no sleep, no dreams
you’ll be dead in a week
just another f-ckin’ body
got the maggots in your sheets
try to learn from the struggle
and you try just to grow
’cause the life that is comin’
is the life that is known
all that thought that is weak
in the mind of a glass house
you gotta take the risk
it’s shown if you find doubt
all the little bits
it’s ’cause the world is playin’ tricks
try drawin’ up your nine
’cause your friend about a flip
all shake, no faith
never cared for the praise
and we findin’ all the chatter
uav on the chase
[verse 2: t.r.i.p.]

t.r.i.p. is gonna get mental on the beat
i’ll take ‘em to the slaughterhouse
i’ll slice and dice ’em
if they want to run their f-cking mouth
uav ain’t missin’
got them red beams pointed at the crowd
going on a massacre
so make sure to pull them cameras out
purgatory pimpin’, i’m pumpin’ the slugs
all these p-ssies are just puppets
that’s showin’ no love
ridin’ round i got a tantrum, i’m f-ckin’ ’em up
got them twin glocks on me
turnin’ bustas into crumbs
yeah, i’m dancing with the devil
yo’ b-tch is tasting my barrel
don’t be f-ckin’ with the reaper
i’ll leave you bl–dy apparel
coming out the tomb
always on the move
middle fingers to my enemies, that’s f-ckin’ up my mood

[verse 3: t.r.i.p.]
i’ll slide on any b-tch
scorpion on me dumping clips
making bodies disappear
b-tch call that sh-t a magic trick
night stalking, i’m putting bodies inside of coffins
everybody a snake, leaving me no other option
bringing mothaf-ckas more nightmares than wes craven
if there’s one thing that i learned from this game
is stay patient, either way they gonna hate
on my way to the bank
i grab my mask and sawed off shotty to put it in yo’ face
i lay ’em down like the mothaf-ckin’ corpses in the grave
ain’t no saving me, i see death staring right into my face
fighting with the demons, trying take my soul away
time will only tell, till i’m fed up bring the renegade

[verse 4: vague]

all them k!llins are repetitive
usin’ blood in my sedative
and grab a daily dose of my medicine
i’m the specimen
walking over dead bodies
like i’ve f-ckin’ seen it all
feel the f-ckin’ stabbin’ in my eyes
now i’m seein’ far away
will i ever get a f-ckin’ break?
play
on the f-ckin’ minds of my prey
aye
you need to hear what i gotta say
chase
off all the problems that i face

- unaverage gang

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