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letra de genetic freak - voiddweller & dj rozwell

[sampled intro: scott steiner]
you know, they say all men are created equal
but you look at me and you look at samoa joe and you can see that statement is not true
see, normally if you go one-on-one with another wrestler you got a fifty-fifty chance of winning
but i’m a genetic freak and i’m not normal

[verse 1: voiddweller]
crunch the numbers, do the math
buy a [?] just to kick a f-ckin’ ass
tearing holes in half, demolition crew blast
coward destroyer, failings outcast
i just might be the clone
i still don’t know who the f-ck has phoned
good thing that i don’t need to know
too busy [?] and the speakers get blown
i want a b-tch with no hair like fantano
hit ’em with the [?] and they f-ckin’ sing soprano
[?] give a f-ck if you like this
weird sh-t [?] as i write this
2t and pfe
2021, doin’ [?]
[?] and i forever be
universes of genetic freaks

[sampled interlude: scott steiner]
so you got a twenty-five percent at best at beat me
and then you add kurt angle to the mix
you, the chances of winning drastic go down
see, the three-way at sacrifice, you got a thirty-three and third chance of winning
but i, i got a sixty-six and two thirds chance of winning
’cause kurt angle knows he can’t beat me
and he’s not even gonna try
[verse 2: nailbreaker]
he ain’t gonna try sh-t on his own
oi, six man [?] when he leave the home
[?]
catch a brick to the face when i eat alone
when i’m alone this trite’s getting sung
can’t share my sh-t but you comatose
it’s a problem when i can’t get my [?]
livin’ off the [?], keep my soul today
gettin’ by on my own in the worst way
gettin’ back in the game, feedin’ pigeons some clay
first lie today was that i can’t complain, ’cause it’s a losing game
[?] shoes on an idles t-shirt
change my mind when my knees hurt
shouldn’t go to uni, shouldn’t give my money to perverts
i dug my own grave out in the desert
got a thirty-three and a third percent chance to roll, no conceding defeat
post-punch [?] gonna have you living under some feet
flown fifteen months in the back seat
got a top ten list of deleted tweets
shouldn’t take the bait when you push the heat
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talk a big man game like you’re all elite
get in the lie, you’re looking shady
hoes on my d-ck ’cause i look like richard madeley
apologize for nothing, you can’t f-ckin’ change me
not a plan on living past thirty
[sampled interlude: scott steiner]
so samoa joe, you take your thirty-three and a third chance minus my twenty-five percent chance
and you got an eight and a third chance of winning at sacrifice
but then you take my seventy-five percent chance of winning if we was to go one-on-one and then add sixty-six and two third cha—percent
i got a hundred and forty-one and two thirds chance of winning at sacrifice

[verse 3: voiddweller]
let ferment for years [?]
it’s all highway, this [?] sky
but the big [?] for myself to [?] in the back piecing together pods
life’s a perpetual gorilla, so turn that sh-t up
when it’s my time i’ll smack the f-ckin’ b-tch up
hit like a truck, at least a power pickup
i do not know how to give up, no f-cks
as an aberration, i survive
a f-ckin’ freak of nature, a waste of time
been seeing too much so you can kiss my ass
with god as my witness, he’s broken in half
if you want, we’re fit to f-ck you
i’ll leave you with your bullsh-t facts you’re stuck to
me, i can’t leave it well enough alone
being a [?] postpone the fomo
[?] people out the corpse, stay the course
i keep the language co-rs-
it’s either steal a [?] on the words
or stay awake in an [?] unstoppable force
attitude era forever [?]
i still [?] a little for my f-ckin’ child
martial law, dead before a f-ckin’ trial
put the hammer around and hit ’em with the claw
minimal sky, my life h-ll in a cell
and hold inside the punishment of which i dwell
the crimson mass [?] i expel
bring the pain, ain’t no fires i sell
you talk too much, we tag-team fist f-ck your face
a crime show two years in time-sp-ce
there’s none too tough and no gap too vast
[?] 360 says we just whipped your f-ckin’ ass
[outro: voiddweller & (scott steiner)]
(senior joe!)
motherf-cker!
(the numbers don’t lie
and they spell disaster for you at sacrifice)

- voiddweller dj rozwell

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