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letra de batter - xilla

[verse l: pertavita]
i woke up on a naughty streak
go strut my stuff, felt like a beast
got all the town’s daughters hot ‘n’ bothered
till townsfolk forced a lobotomy upon me
zombie
i tasted meat when i got it
they set me off, i’ve been unlocked
i’ve tasted blood and god dammit i want it
that’s enough about me, now
thanks for peepin my free, style
ride along and you’ll see, how
i take the beat for a beat, down
that’s enough about me, now
thanks for peepin my free, style
ride along and you’ll see, how
i take the beat for a beat, down
this, is not a practice
we’ll make you move, sh-t dances
this b-ss wastes no sp-ce
make haste mace me!
before i’m going off and you’re losing track of how i
do it every single god d-mn day doesn’t matter
and now if i meet your mother i’m a do it with a splatter
you can call me apple pie cuz i’m up in cider batter
she’s… flattered
gotta shoot my shot, gotta swing batter batter
and if i take a bat to her because she look inanimate
i promise it’s a mannequin and i would never put
grey matter on the walls of my castle
pastel prints of a prince with my face on tapestry
that would be tragic, messin with the magic
what the f-ck, can you even imagine?

(chorus)
(wooo!)
look at me comin’ up
young buck rutting struttin’ with the stamina
(woo!)
look at me comin’ up
i’ll spit this stupid for you make sure it be dumb enough
(x2)

[verse ll: petravita]
blackboards make kids bored
make a brain crave escape p-ssports
so they fly high in school courtyards
then come back in and sketch orc hordes
in their notebooks, dopeness
coping, hopeless
peep the clothes hooks hey, hey hey
and they gon’ nab that bag, bag bag
what the f-ck you gotta up in your brain
when it rains i’m a lion with a mane on the prowl in the plains
make a stain on the game when i’m play with the gain
on the mic make spike – distortion
and you were never on you were gone
and you bombed, now you wanna resp-wn
but you’re caught in the condom anonymous
and honestly
i think your mom shoulda probably gotten an abortion
oh, yikes, ah! a feisty tiger oh!
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, l!ck your girlfriend by the toe
next one like a pokemon, train ‘em once i catch ‘em all
i’ll mist ‘em with my mr. mister, misty shed them overalls
overall i’m beastin’
slide me the keys, stamp all my visas
pineapple lookalike
and yeah you bet sh-t that goes on pizzas
jesus i’m in pieces cracked up laughing over these jesus pieces
hanging down between t-ts in town while good christians pound in the -ss for reasons
they don’t understand,,
read it in a book got reddit banned
but i’ll take their hand to the promised land
cuz if i fail at this i’ll spit christian rap
spread the good word in the worst ways
preach murder from a thin page
get on tv so i can get paid
donation beg up on sundays
f-ck it, i go in
if you’re offended you can take a limb
stick it where the sun don’t shin
i dropped the ‘e’ cause you’re a drug addict
i don’t give a sh-t, but chief that ain’t it
you’re throwing up when you meant to spit
just admit you need a little bit of help
straightening your life’s gone to sh-t
your grimey mitts grasp onto this
but you slip away like your wife n kids
you missed the missus but you’re a habit kicked
‘cauze your kisses tasted like cigarettes
booted out, got the slip
street fiendin’ for another hit
now your mind is only on graveyard shifts
lonely, broken, ugly, rip

- xilla

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