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letra de g.r.e.n.a.d.e - unlky13

i don’t know if i control
all the voices in my soul
hand grenades and steel tip poles
put bullet holes in designer clothes

f-ck you, and the clique that you came with
f-ck you, and all of your fake sh-t
f-ck you, need no rigged conversations
no luck, kick him out of this fake sh-t

you ain’t really crazy
you ain’t really crazy
keep on talking like that
and you won’t f-cking make it
you ain’t really crazy
you ain’t really crazy
mask up
pop off
until it’s f-cking jamming

in the pit smoking gases
paralyzing the masses
with a fl!ck of my wrist
i get your b-tch f-cking gasping
ain’t got sh-t
but some weed
and a ton of bad habits
light it up
trunk in the front
f-ck- i’m still manic
b-tch boy
we run it
come on and tell me something
’bout the bills that you’ve been making
start to seem like you’ve been flaunting
u-n-l-k-y 13
meant at least triple thе beat
g-r-e-n-a-d-e
drop it off on your feet
body parts in the sky
feel like a nеw sinner
grin in the cut
i paint a new picture
bloo-bloo-blood red eyes and a new cleaver
melody of the end
i’m f-cking hans zimmer
i don’t know if i control
all the voices in my soul
hand grenades and steel tip poles
put bullet holes in designer clothes

hold up, look at me throwing nades
at foes like it’s a pokeball
you know that i am coming for you
when you see the bodies fall
all crazy with that energy
while leaving scars right on their souls
i blow sh-t up and never stop
like i’m in need of adderall

born in a blaze
yeah, it all feels amazing
hopes gonna fade
when the sparks gon’ embrace ya
look who you’re facing
watch who you’re chasing
come with your hate
i don’t care
it’s the same sh-t

g-r-e-n-a-d-e’s
will cut their life expectancies
and leave ’em all deceased
and leave ’em all deceased
put them all in misery
’cause i don’t have no empathy
and leave ’em all deceased
and leave ’em all deceased
knock-knock
like who the f-ck is that (wah)
you see the curses on his neck
don’t look in his eyes or you feel dread
bullets gonna fly and you see me

blow sh-t up
see me blow sh-t up
see me blow sh-t up
see me blow sh-t up
see me blow sh-t up
split the earth in two
i will f-ck them up
and send them to the moon

i don’t know if i control
all the voices in my soul
hand grenades and steel tip poles
put bullet holes in designer clothes

- unlky13

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