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letra de whipper snapper - wombat

yeah, wombat

[sample]
turn out that light before you come in
you wanna be wasting [?] for the sake of show? let them be
to h-ll with your figures!
the proof is in the bills i had to pay!
r-r-racks don’t mean a thing to you, do they?
what you want to believe – that is the only truth

[verse]
so what? makin’ a change, ay
get the slayers, i’ll aim for the target
layin’ in darkness, blazin’ away, i’m the laziest artist
pavin’ my way, crazy insane with the faith of a b-st-rd
ain’t gonna mask it, claiming i’m fake, you create the mirages
i’m cravin’ the fame, mate, you can say i’ll be praised and regarded
the greatest of plays, savin’ the game and i’ll stay to restart it
slavin’ away, bakin’ my brain ’til i lay in the casket
or flames [?], ’til the day they crematin’ my carc-ss
i carked it!
just know thats’s total devotion
yo, the moment’s approachin’
i won’t let go ’cause i’m focused, [?]
the flow with focal emotion, and loads of pose in my lotion
get frozen, low [?]
i’m sure my foes’ll be chokin’
so f-ckin’ enemy!
my friends are eggin’ me, only pressure is set eventually
but i will never leave ’til i reckon i’ve left a legacy
so when i rest in peace and my records are resurrectin’ me

[chorus]
so the f-ck you know about me, huh? (nothin’!)
so why you soundin’ like a mouthy c-nt?
i’m shoutin’ that i’m proud to be surrounded by a rowdy bunch
i love the people doubtin’
ain’t no crowd’ll get as loud as us!

so the f-ck you know about me, huh? (nothin’!)
so why you soundin’ like a mouthy c-nt?
i’m shoutin’ that i’m proud to be surrounded by a rowdy bunch
i love the people doubtin’
ain’t no crowd’ll get as loud as us!

[verse 2]
f-ck!
bet i’m still that frikkin’ whipper snapper
so when i rip a track, i’m flippin like i’ve hit the flacka
spittin’ on them sh-tty rappers, sick of all their chitter-chatter
b-tchin’ that their victims but just hit ’em if they bicker at’cha
stick ’em then i’ll l!ck the dagger
nah, i distort the facts, talkin’ smack
but they might applaud, because it’s all an act
forced to clap, i got bored of rap
but not recordin’ tracks
but fought for that, though i be movin’ forwards as they walkin’ back
that’s more than facts
plus i [?] the weed ’til i look higher
the kush lighter
smokin’ trees like a bushfire
and i’m seedy as ever, as is evident
make a diss, and i reckon
that i’ll take a p-ss on your remenants
make your sh-t, it’s irrellevant
i ain’t seekin’ a beem of light, in need of jesus christ
i’m a demon leadin’ a secret life
sleep at night
when you see me bleedin’ from either eye
just know i’m free to fly
’cause the reaper’s greedy, i need to die

[outro]
so the f-ck you know about me, huh?
so the f-ck you know about me, huh?
what the f-ck you know about me, huh?
what the f-ck you know about me…

- wombat

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