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letra de don't open the trunk - vehhhhhhhh

[verse 1] vehhhhhhhh : i came through with the 9 4 rugged raw razor blade under the
tongue sh-t i suggested haul quick or invest in a vet with a
tec and a vest i hope he knows how to draw quick i’m on point
like pic-sso in his prime painting vivid pictures with the rhyme
of crime that’s unheard of a sick pup cynical f-ck fascinated by
murder and gore money and wh0r-s chains and whips my past life
actually liked dominatrix and sh-t i can’t believe i said it and
since you heard it your’e probably (prolly) gonna get beheaded what
am i saying i’ll stash the body in an iron maiden as a safe haven and
eat the coprse gradually in funeral attire committing casualties casually
till the cops get called by the faculty i’m going out with a bang bringing
the pain i’ll catch a n-gga slipping while he’s sh-tting couldn’t even pick
his draws from off the floor shotgun (shotty) shattered his jaw his brain matter
splattered scattered on ceilings and walls goodness shucks i’d hate to be the poor
motherf-cker cleaning it up

[chorus] vehhhhhhhh : lets keep it blunt as can be i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me because (cuz)
once i’m close to the edge i’ll snap then its off with your (ya) head push you
off of the ledge for faking the funk now you’ll take a joyride in the back of the trunk

[chorus] sayon : lets keep it blunt as can be i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me because (cuz)
once i’m close to the edge i’ll snap then its off with your (ya) head push you
over the ledge for faking the funk now you’re taking a joyride in the back of the trunk

[verse 2] sayon : mom dad i think i’m losing my humanity last night i sat down and had a chat with sanity and i
don’t know why but it got mad and ran from me now i’m f-cked up in the head and no one can stand
me sh-t i wouldn’t either i’m a punk whose heart barely pumps my head feels hollow like my brain took
a swim and it sunk i hate motherf-ckers who’s faking the funk feds pop my drunk because (cuz) it smelled like
a skunk found two prost-tutes booze a gun and a bum

[skit] sayon : well i don’t know where it came from this is my brothers
car i think he did something dumb that’s okay son lets call some back before this guy tries to run

[verse 2 cont.] : when he grabbed me i bugged the f-ck out and spoke in tongues now i can’t talk just speak with guns
so when i walk up with a whistle and pistol whip you there is no issue remember this lets keep it crystal

- vehhhhhhhh

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