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letra de goosebumps cypher - whitney peyton, willy northpole & bag of tricks cat

[intro]
alpha

[verse 1: whitney peyton]
yo
you better lay a salt circle when you summon me
your circle’s salty since i started up a company
i see your cookie-cutter comments when you come for me
you’re super trash, you’re a dude, you ain’t hushing me
trans am, give it gas, transmission
went from underdog to boss, guess i did transition
stay in the d-mn kitchen, and make some sandwiches
how you can’t stand women? you’re a grown man b-tchin’, listen
i stay grindin’, make shine from no light
i break ties with snake eyes, that’s no dice
don’t waste time, no facetimе, and phony tights
married to the life, i makе rhymes, they throwin’ rice
back when no one cyphered whitney, i was going twice
give goosebumps to you chumps, give [?] advice
i’m giving ’em h-ll, i do it for real, i don’t need no lights
turn a hater to a poltergeist every time i hold the mic

[verse 2: w-lly northpole]
ya, look
i tell a f-ck n-gga, shut your mouth up, let’s make a bet
put your house up, ’cause every house needs an alpha
and you the opposite, walking in pink trouser
i’m an alpha, you alfalfa like wowzer
i’m the black doogie howser, yeah
i’m really a god, i’m w-lly the god
i’m really retired but it’s halloween
michael myers really inspired, it’s a time to k!ll
whitney said, “w-lly, you hired?”
but i don’t need a job, i keep a job when it’s rich folks to rob
i’m robin hood, give back to the ghetto ’cause i am hood
yeah, i was the black sheep of hollywood
f-ck fame, i am good
hijack janet, i went against the grain like a flat penny
godd-mnit, they can’t stand it
that’s over their head like a panoramic
uber the b-tch and i leave her stranded
haha, ya
[verse 3: bag of tricks cat]
i got a mask that’ll even scare carly beth
i saw you trauma like an army vet on percocet
i’m here to k!ll it, who’s next? this is not a threat
this cypher’s like a snuff film uploaded to the internet
twisted necks like regan in the exorcist
devil in the flesh like reagan the president
rappers snitchin’ out, they classify the evidence
and send it out to a bunch of nasty, grimy, sweet degenerates
i conjure sentences from the ghost of rap menaces
you make songs for cry babies that’s too sensitive
feel apprehensiveness when i walk on the premises
i call you all b-tches without carin’ what your preference is
alpha howse the new underground terror squad
you know what’s coming without reading any tarot cards
on god, this is my intelligensia
my book of rhymes like a tale from the crypt keeper

- whitney peyton willy northpole bag of tricks cat

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