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letra de overreact - vkay

[verse 1 – btp (vkay)]
catching bodies like dylann roof
spreadin’ lies for the voting booth
makin’ jokes ‘bout the christchurch
vegan’s mad that i’m eatin’ ashes from my cat’s urn
i think all school shootings should be fun
me and the boston bomber should go on a run
while kyle rittenhouse shops for a gun
me and the gang gonna beat up a nun
b-tch, don’t want to hear none
this rap is to insult all of you
the people bought into the cult
you ought to be an adult
but fought for the religious cult
cause you sought out for a result
government is corrupt, so i’ll disrupt
the system and reconstruct
society from this bullsh-t
anxiety of being the misfit
f-ck you if you’re offended by what i spit
your career ended because of the drugs you hit
the only people who attended the funeral
were the hoes cause they pretended, humorous
yes, i’m a fat b-st-rd cause i ate flan
eating i’ve mastered, no food for iran
this sh-t doesn’t cut the mustard, don juan
lil nas x releases the sp-wn of satan
so i’ll hang him over the autobahn
next to juan, attached to a bomb
he was the only one i liked
time to take care of gadsby, the dyk-
and reconstruct the third reich!
cause this is really warlike
pull up and do a drive by
shooting for a highlight
oh shut up and don’t reply back
mess with me, you end up on the tarmac
but let’s not get sidetracked
why did you overreact?
“k!ll yourself!” ok let’s have a suicide pact
you k!ll me, i give a virus that you’ll contract
this freedom of speech, don’t redact
keep the message intact
or this could be the last time i spit a fact
and who cares about the colour of your skin?
cause no matter what, i’ll k!ll all of you anyway!
i’m here to slay, so have your final prayer
cause of death: mauled by a brown bear!
i’m laughing while sitting in my lawn chair
bigger impact than a plane crashing a building midair
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“man was making insults, i took it personally!”
“sorry sir, but that isn’t anything for urgency.”
“sir? i’m a woman you bigot! learn diversity!”
i’m not about this cringy positive sh-t
i’m just saying the reality that no one admits
the way the message is delivered splits
but message is something- (everyone spits)
[verse 2 – vkay]
everyone spits
for people to listen, even if you rap about the ice on your wrist
you bet that there is a message there
but then the message you give
is that you’re f-ckin’ r-t-rded..
man
i swear, there’s a chemical imbalance
because my head is full of talent
i bet a full years worth- of my competitors allowance
i spit a better verse, i’ve come to curb
stomp you bitter vermin, for lack of better words
i’ll let a bird flip but its my finger (yeah)
i spend another second ‘round you losers, i’ll lose it
you stupid, you move with your gang and
that’s you in a new whip, i knew it, ‘cause my eardrums are ringin’
what do you do when
the sharpest tool in the toolshed gets pitted ‘gainst someone who’s bangin’
the most r-t-rded music, it’s like an insult to lyrics, i get in your face and you talk about how you wasn’t sayin’ sh-t
you f-ckin’ p-ssies, thought you b-tches was sprayin’, sh-t
but there is zero lead, are you fearin’ my metaphorical pyramid
of bodies, the people i bodied
the moment i got a little bit serious
even if i ain’t, i still leave em shocked and delirious
i k!ll a beat and wonder where the f-ck do i bury it
i’m like a horse in a chariot
every song that i’m put on, i do my f-ckin’ job and i carry it-
uh, i swear to god i’m a bully
i want to destroy someone fully
just give me a momin– (ha)
i understand why you’re silent
it’s the sudden switch in the climate
my flows are brisk and they’re violent
you gotta know where you fit and the timin’
and for the second time, dissin’ me- is a fatal assignment
you say you got bullets, but no points
were present, it’s all noise
and filler lines, all void
of meaning and no story was written
like pourin’ the livin’
aspects of written art
on the floor and then k!llin’ it- like linkin park
you b-tches get ripped apart
i lay on my stomach and rip a shart
i’m blowin’ sh-t up-
[outro – vkay (btp)]
back at it again with the white vans (d-mn daniel)
no. back at the park with a white van
pullin’ up, givin’ out free candy, the kids gotta climb in (d-mn daniel)
slam closed the door, then-
hop in the front, left arm on the window while you drivin’ with your right hand
little timmy’s acting up, hit him with the mic stand
they’re frightened, shut ‘em up with vicodin
or knock out their lights with a frying pan
b-tch, i’m the man who’s a f-ckin’ pedo…

- vkay

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