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letra de desperado - wildcard

[verse 1: dead poet]
i’m a desperado searching desperately with desperation
lurking the earth surface, emerging the deification
i sit down, smoke a blunt, have a personal revelation then write a verse that’s worse than the breath of satan
you open up your mouth and the curve is the destination
got the f-cking paramedics disturbed with the separation
now your respiration needs surgical restoration
either pursue the judge or get murked with no hesitation
i walk the harsh road without a stepping stone in it
that’s why i prefer wh0r-s in the methadone clinics
she said she never met a man more mystic minded
20 minutes later, we were 69ing
have you ever seen a girl go head over heels down a f-cking flight of steps till her head go in pills?
my punch lines hit harder than the russian in rocky
you better pray to god that your topic of discussion is not me

[hook: dead poet]
we’re fire breathing dragons who got fed thru of doors
when death comes a knocking, better dead bolt yours
got swept off your feet by a headless horse
now your knight in shining armor beat your head full force
skeletons in your closet and your dresser drawers will determinate the direction your destine towards
place judgement on demons and neglected wh0r-s
take a look in the mirror and the reflection’s yours

[wildcard:]
knock knock

[dead poet:]
who’s there?

[verse 2: wildcard]
wildcard, top notch
making love to music, sound, getting my rocks off
and if they try to c-ck-block i’ll tear their whole tops off
make your body look like a convertible drop top
hydraulics, call it what you want, i can’t stop
drop these lyrics mixed with spirits, people punching their stop watch
we ain’t dead yet, f-ck and open that lock box
i’m shooting at the ground to make you p-ssies play hopscotch
how you come through, it’s like a cyanide hotbox
dangerous like making methamphetamine drop offs
the evil little tweakers as they creepin, so deceitful
bullets hit your chest, make you do that permanent pop lock
get knocked off the planet soon, watch how we ran for you
even mommy tripping on the way as they abandon you
it’s what the damage do and damage do worse than a rapist running loose in your house without a panic room

[wildcard:]
i devour acid like sour patch kids and i try to f-ck rapunzle as the tower crashes

[dead poet:]
i sock a motherf-cker till the coward backflips
pillow talking to a b-tch with some hourgl-ss hips

[wildcard:]
bout to shower them lips with the c-m
steady gushing as the v-g-n-l secretions are soaking the sofa cushions

[dead poet:]
getting head from your girl, i’m blowing on purple kush
got her gagging on my d-ck while her make up just turn to mush

[wildcard:]
her mascara running mixed with a lil lip liner
should’ve listened when they told you “never pick up hitchhikers”

[dead poet:]
now you lying in a grave in a corner of a forest
you ain’t gorgeous anymore honey, them holes are enormous

[wildcard:]
yeah just like a hooker after i f-cked her
coming out the water looking like lightning struck her

[dead poet:]
yeah, my b-tch a wicked witch, she get nervous in the rain
but there ain’t no hurting poet, i’m impervious to pain

[wildcard:]
once the syrup hits my veins and i circle down the drain
slam the door up on the devil and close the curtains on this game

[dead poet:]
you put a hole in your neck that won’t let you save breath
we here now, f-ckers, you can exit stage left

[wildcard:]
when a libra, a vicious sagittarius twist the rhymes get dirty like p-ssy with ovarian cysts

[dead poet:]
yo, your flow imaginary dog, it barely exist
like 5% are married to an aryan b-tch

[wildcard:]
do not get it twisted or believe i hate women
just skeezy hood rats that reek of snake venom

[dead poet:]
i’m big enough to hang my f-ckin coat from a pyramid
now leaving you looking like your throats on its period

[wildcard:]
our fathers were both criminals, we do as we’re taught
it’ll leave your favorite rapper on suicide watch

[dead poet:]
now pay attention to the picture that the boombox paints
because we’re coming through like the f-cking boondocks saints

- wildcard

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