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letra de low - undead slayer

[verse 1]
you tryna throw all that shade
rollin through my streets like a self-made parade
you won’t say sh-t when i knock you out fool!
you wish you was this f-ckin cool
put the gun to your head, turn you into a ghoul
why you talking so much sh-t?
tryna be like me, you know you can’t spit
always sayin “you need more creativity”
“stop rappin about all this negativity”
can’t say f-ckin f-ggot cause of your sensitivity
always runnin your f-ckin mouth, now i bet your quick to grab it
you don’t seem to stop, call it a f-ckin habit
stop tryna diss me, better go and pack it
you actin like you can f-ckin diss
ruined your career, you just got dismissed
actin like you hard, b-tch you never got sh-tfaced or f-ckin p-ssed
actin like you have seen f-ckin violence
shut yo f-ckin mouth, i wanna hear some silence
if you talk sh-t, then just say goodnight kid
forbid you see me when you close your eyelids

[chorus]
i’ve gone to f-ckin low!
but i love the way i diss ya
cause you get so f-ckin mad yea
this song is just a f-ckin jab, yeah, not a b-tch smack
but you’re too f-ckin scared to hit me back!

[verse 2]
used to be f-ckin close
but this song gon leave you froze
i ain’t-a p-ssy, i just know you’re too scared to catch these fists i throw
cause you don’t wanna go toe to toe
you don’t wanna throw no blows
i challenge you, but you’re a no-show
f-ck you, bout to f-ckin flow
when a f-g act hard
cut a f-g with a gl-ss shard
leave yo -ss scarred
yo just a f-ckin blowhard
throw these fists, you gonna get bombarded
what a f-ckin r-t-rd
burn you, now you charred
bury you in my backyard
call the national guard
rollin down boulevard
f-ck yo life, just gonna disregard

[chorus]
i’ve gone to f-ckin low!
but i love the way i diss ya
cause you get so f-ckin mad yea
this song is just a f-ckin jab, yeah, not a b-tch smack
but you’re too f-ckin scared to hit me back!

[bridge]
so from the front to back, i f-ckin attack (attack)
your eyesight turns to f-ckin black (black)
your lyrics are all f-ckin wack (wack)
you make me wanna f-ckin yak (yak)
heat all over this f-ckin track (track)
runaway, better pull back (back)
stuff your body in the f-ckin cadillac (cadillac)
cause i’m a f-ckin maniac (iac)
put you down, you just hit the sack! (sack!)

[chorus]
i’ve gone to f-ckin low!
but i love the way i diss ya
cause you get so f-ckin mad yea
this song is just a f-ckin jab, yeah, not a b-tch smack
but you’re too f-ckin scared to hit me back!
i’ve gone to f-ckin low!
but i love the way i diss ya
cause you get so f-ckin mad yea
this song is just a f-ckin jab, yeah, not a b-tch smack
but you’re too f-ckin scared to hit me back!

[outro]
you ain’t gonna do sh-t mother f-cker!

- undead slayer

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