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letra de my bro's gone crazy - vendetta (au)

[verse 1: vendetta]
i’m vendetta, the crazy motherf-cker always runnin’ his mouth
talkin’ about perverted sh-t that i know nothin’ about
making s-x and dead baby jokes is the way i role
don’t wanna see no pole dancer on a pole
i’d rather kick a baby’s head off and scream out ‘goal!’
and go back to the reject store to buy some mo’
but apparently these jokes are only for the 80’s
baby lemme show you why i’m really f-ckin crazy
i steal a handicaps wheelchair and peal him salami
grab him by the throat and re-arrange his whole body
“oh’lordy, man’s got arms for legs
and the poor fello’ can finally walk again”
see maybe i’m not a bad guy after all
so what i took a sh-t in the middle of the mall
had my drawers down b-lls dangling like a wrecking ball
maybe miley would like a ride on it sometime huh?
you know that chick with the chicken b-tt (haha yuck)
that sl-t can suck my d-ck till her tonsils hurt
but first ill make her sit on my fist till her ovaries burst
now she’s begging me to leave
trying to find her keys
on her knees again
p-b-s goes up her nose and she sneezes flem
all on my d-ck
sh-t this sh-ts gettin’ nasty, better go and get this f-cking b-tch a taxi
put her in the back seat
drug her up to make sure she forgets me
maaaan even my bro thinks i’m crazy

[hook]
there’s really nothing else to say, i – i can’t explain it
(i think my bro’s gone crazy!)
a little help from medication, i need that valium
(i think my bro’s gone crazy!)
there’s nothing you could do or say that could ever heal me
(i think my bro’s gone crazy!)
there’s no one on earth that can save me, please don’t blame me
(i think my bro’s gone crazy!)

[verse 2: vendetta]
people always tellin’ me that i’m f-cked in the head
when i was born i was dropped and became brain dead
now i’ma maniac offending mothers and brothers
i don’t even bother apologisin’ to them f-ggots
the day i ever give a f-ck if you think i’m pleasant
will be the day i believe the afghans caused 9/11
then again who doesn’t envy murica’s freedom
able to own a gun, k!ll kids and be dumb
name your favourite rappers and i’ll beat’em
feed them my d-ck and make’em bleed c-m (bit g-y)
then for fun i could you stab 45 times in the lung
and when i do you better believe i’m not leavin’
i’d rather watch you gasp for air tryin’ to keep breathin’
then i’ll take a blood bath and laugh
spas on the bathroom floor, gag
vomit on your corpse, with no remorse i pour some liquor in your mouth and drink it with a straw
pour gasoline in your -ss and spleen
roast you up to make sure your meat is nice and lean
free food, yeahp’ i’m keen
however, the t-st-cl-s i could do without
with pliers ill start rippin’ all your t–th (ow)
stroll back home with a pocket full of t–th ah
use them as toppings for my next pizza
with added hiv and other influenza
but please ah, don’t be offended
or ill have your guts and brains blended
together to make me a f-ckwit smoothie
duck quick to avoid becoming my sushi
moral of the story is never trust a cannibal
like hannibal who’ll make gourmet cuisine out of your hand’n’b-lls
but y’all are too ignorant to listen to me
so give me some head b-tch, i need somethin’ to eat

[hook]

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