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letra de moaning myrtle - unborn

moaning myrtle lyrics
(intro: unborn)

call me c-cky nah i’m just proud
i’m going up here i am now
nothing but complications your head is vacant and
i’m tired of you telling me that i’m not gonna make it

(chorus: unborn)

okay shut up for a second i’m boutta pull up with a dottz’
that boy gon’ need a bible when i show him that i’m god
fed him a chip to his tooth but i’m not a dentist so he can’t talk
rapping sh-t in the booth i sound so british
are you having a laugh mate?

(verse 1: unborn)
gave him a fade and a slap on his face
now we going back and forth like tom and jerry
he said give me a break my life’s at stake now he’s on his knees praying in a monastery
going round and round like a race make him hide in a sh-ll like a turtle
i heard you’re having a bad day
throw a book at his hеad like moaning myrtle

(versе 2: unborn)

i don’t do this rap sh-t often
i normally scream like my heads in a coffin
have him coughing like he got covid i think it’s best you head to the doctors
i’m just joking you’re gonna need way more than a doctor maybe doctor who
put you in the tardis send you home to your family in timbuktu

(chorus: unborn)

okay shut up for a second boutta pull up with a dottz
that boy gon need a bible when i show him that i’m god
gave him a 1-2 in the parking lot
tie the knot your girl is for the gang she a thot

(verse 3: unborn)

okay i’m speaking from my mind right now
i’m tired of all the bullsh-t that forms in your mouth
time out, i’mma knock your lights out
told me that you’re better now i doubt
like what the f-ck you talking ’bout
blow it up like apache turn everyone into zombies (uh)
n0body can trust you all you ever do is f-ck it up
it’s the same thing over and over again you have talked enough
i’ve have had to say goodbye to some friends wasn’t my choice we got set on different paths

(verse 4: jerahmeel)

free yourselves for generations like a cemetery
hereditary very icy like it’s ben and jerry’s
cold shoulder solitary, living totalitari
military rule these n-ggas parrots and canaries
acting fools

n-ggas talking pocket watching sobbing starving for the clout
till my pocket rocket target socket bleeding from their mouth
yah music has no message n-gga f-ck you cryin’ ’bout
n-ggas bot a couple followers and do a turnaround

- unborn

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