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letra de a racist - undead slayer

[verse 1: grenade]
you needa get straight outta the house!
you better pay attention
i can see that you having some doubts
now listen, cl-ss is in session
dude, you’re a lying, unstable psychopath
you ain’t never met a dude like me
i’ll straight up put a whole in yo -ss
stay on target, work on your accuracy
had a hard time keeping girls cause your lovin’ issues
that leaves your -ss broken and crying into some tissues
oh, you got a few problems? you don’t say!
rapping is one, you need to learn how to spray
when i’m on the porch chillin’ in a white tee
pimped out car, dude, i know that you don’t like me
you needa think twice before running up on my street
cause i’ll get my dog to come take chomp of that tasty meat
i run this sh-t like i’m a diligent militia
take you out like a hitman, i’ll dismiss ya
bro, you need to stop drinkin’ with pills, don’t be a mixer
yo whole family done f-ckin’ around, you need to get the picture
i know what you wanna say but you better not retaliate
i heard yo girl was suckin’ d-ck up in some alley way
she had that dress with her t-ts and -ss hangin’ out
a failing relationship, we could see it, we all know you doubt
c’mon fool, we ain’t got time to play with you
your best friend lie just so he can’t get away from you
take a shotty, one shot to the body, n-body find you anymore
i’ve seen more style in your girl’s panties drawer!

[interlude: grenade]
yo, lemme p-ss the mic to undead

[verse 2: undead]
let me display how crazy i get
just take a step back, pay attention
be aware or catch a bullet
like your name’s abraham lincoln
put the blunt down, you’re just a new recruit
live just started and he’s better than you
i’m not the kinda guy who likes this genre
but either way, you bout to get f-cked up
i tell you how it is, it may not feel quite nice
don’t matter cause you racist like some white knights
don’t run up, you don’t wanna try to attack
cause i don’t stop, i won’t hold back
yo daddy a drunk, he sippin’ on some liquor
i’m no racist, you are, you say sh-t that sound like nicker
i know i’m not the best, i don’t get the best riches
but i ain’t spendin’ all my sh-t to hang with some b-tches
that the sh-t i got to say, i won’t repeat
stomp your into the trash, use both feet
don’t f-ck with me, don’t laugh at me, i go crazy
you ain’t do sh-t with your life, stop actin’ so lazy
you don’t wanna witness undead on a rampage
cause he don’t f-ck around when he breaks out the cage
now your body next to the final lyric
ya know i’mma pop the trunk
don’t act like you don’t fear it
yeah, just hop in, you f-ckin’ punk

[outro: undead and (grenade)]
f-ck off now tony and stop with that racist sh-t
(we heard the sh-t talkin’ you say bout frankie)
keep runnin’ your lips, see what happens
(cause remember, we live in the same neighborhood!)

- undead slayer

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