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letra de weirdo crowd - unscathed & outcastgawd lord el

[intro: lord goat]
hey yo! one two! one two! yo!

[verse 1: lord goat]
grew up on welfare, roaches and deli meats, crawlin’ through munster cheese
off of pirellis, young buck holdin’ the pump with ease
a hundred ghouls at your doorstep done been lookin’ for keys
guard degrees, the kitchen obscene lookin’ like medellín
war strengthens character like isolation in attica
ziti dinners, we eatin’ like kings before a massacre
vietnamese buddha trafficker, dapper dan suits
blow holes through every passenger, two-seat, leavin’ for panama
a cult guru, altars of plasma, ricky kasso jackets
tax brackets, mortician said he never seen so many maggots
turnin’ your sh-ll to haggis, these rappers is actors
got so many fiends, most of ’em baptists with stolen ratchets
sellin’ cabbage, pcp, and backwoods, acid made me a captain, we sell it crumpled in napkins
looks like anacin, we gettin’ money from mannequins
total anarchy, full mattress, i’m at the radisson

[verse 2: outcastgawd lord el]
f-ggot, you way past debate, you gon’ be catchin’ my blade
all these cyberthug warriors gettin’ blasted and baked
far from a pacifist fake, broad day catchin’ a case
murkin’ that bag real quick, i’m slaughterin’ rats that sing
i’m in your mom’s bas-m-nt hidden behind computers
i find your addy quick, i’m creepin’, grippin’ that ruger
you f-ckin’ with a shooter, green light on your dome
this real life, little buddy, i ain’t writin’ a poem
call a man a snitch or a ch0m-, you dead in the street
there ain’t no runnin’ for your life when i sever your feet
my message is deep, disassemble bodies for fun
wanna drain my bloodline? you gon’ rot in the sun
got you creepin’ like a sidewinder, bumpin’ your gums
got you tied up to a cactus, i’m buckin’ for fun
the blood, it gon’ run but not you, f-cker, you done
you picked the wrong maniacs to be roughin’ up dumb
we guttin’ you sl-t, g-ngb-ngin’ every single orifice
mad f-cked up, we the definition of torturous
[bridge: unscathed]
hey yo castgawd! my bad for cuttin’ you off! there’s a lot of weirdos but i’m goin’ after one!

[verse 3: unscathed]
you’re a f-ckin’ slob and excessive liar
oh i love my job! we connectin’ wires!
please, come on, stop! is that your best desire?
i got my money up! my success is risin’!
you’re never tryin’! nope! what a lyin’ bozo
you’re smokin’ weed a lot but your high is so low
you were always braggin’ with payin’ your car off
but you got in an accident and now you drive a volvo
oh no! what a surprise, see? you’re not thinkin’
motherf-ckers your size don’t believe you, stop drinkin’
praisin’ a coke sniff, nose bleedin’, you stop breathin’
the way you just smokin’, your weed is beyond cheap
i’ll keep on beatin’ you, this chump a lazy bummer
whatever you told your f-cking crazy mother
is never a bold truth, i got up and made another project
saw your leagues, i come way above it (way higher!)
i stay with the best, don’t have to come and fix me
you in a state of regret to come against me
it’s a bit funny (watch this!), i spit twenty so it’s like the age of cassette, f-ck a sixteen

[outro: unscathed]
and you would do that too, you f-cking bozo! you little punk! literally, you won’t hear this, anyway because you never listen to my music, assh0l-

- unscathed outcastgawd lord el

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