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letra de killixir - vijilance

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(verse 1)

a slaughterhouse is all i want-
you’re chained up in the back, ready to get cut up
i’m on a mission to be self-sufficient
i didn’t know you couldn’t k!ll the b-tches
the second woman that i ever fell in love-
she said i wasn’t good enough; i’m taking off the gloves
i’m making a mistake by waiting her to make the shove
i’m raping her to sh-t before she’s waking up from blunt-
force trauma to the skull plate, i’m saying “hold wait” (hold weight)
while i stomp on ya ribcage. a solid eight with a s-xy slim-frame
a thick steak with a guiness and bj!
a threeway was all i ever asked for, you said “no” so i stuck it in your assh0l–
fidel castro, che guevara, rey mysterio, michael cera-
me gusta, me fina, messina, “aye chihuahua seniorita”
mi no see negus; tarantino, el camino
da gringo is meanest, staring evil at my pen is (p-n-s)
what i mean is seventeen ain’t even legal in the region!
it’s the legion of doom within reach of the poon
she says she loves toronto- “well i got dishes to do”
then take you back to peru, and put some bat in the soup
we know for fact it’s a rule, that you are wack if you do…
smokin’ crack with the crew, i’m going back to the fut-ur
before we matched in our youth- and take a cr-p on your roof
i got the axe that i use, when i break the glass on the booth
i only smash when i screw- cuz i’m an exsive abuse
i’m pouring acid on ya back, i’m putting daggers in ya sn-tch
i’m spitting hatred on the track, because these f-ggots wanna rap
make a sandwhich on my lap, with my p-n-s in the wrap
meanest of the bad meeting evil g*nius other half
(uh)

(verse 2)

just kidding, i’m back in the rhythm of k!lling all of these women who turned me into a villian of many
plenty with the fenti, millions of pennies, dreaming of emmys, cameo in my home-made movie:
‘cut ya belly’
makaveli raised from the dead, i glazed ya severed head
placed it on a vase next to my bed
i’ll show you the ways of death if you are craze enough to leave
still having one more breath- i said:
where the f-ck you even thinking of going?
there’s no one phoning you tonight, you’ll be found in the morning
we boning ’til i get disowning ya c-nt- go take some motrin
cuz you only living one more life- and it’s this moment

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