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letra de i love the internet - yaux, guap sensei & takizava

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[intro: yaux]
trapholics mixtapes, i wanna see you bleed
yeah
welcome to gore street, watch your f-cking back

[chorus: yaux]
f-ck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
why’d your parents go and f-ck and push out a disaster?
spitting out excuses but it’s too late, that sh-t don’t matter

[verse 1: yaux]
all of you the same, all you f-ck-boy’s unoriginal
living life so digital, go touch grass, ain’t liveable
r-t-rdation clinical, all you seem so miserable
you won’t find sh-t if you look up individual
flashing sticks and sucking d-ck and talking sh-t, uh-huh, uh-huh
crash the whip and hit that l!ck and take a rip, uh-huh, uh-huh
all you talk the same, like you just got shot in the brain
your mental just be fried like cane’s and lookin’ for someone to blame

[bridge: yaux]
but it’s only you and you dug your grave
and your time is due for your soul to take
you got a lot to prove and even more to make
you gotta get your move on, cut the brakes
you a joke, uh, you a joke
[chorus: yaux]
f-ck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
why’d your parents go and f-ck and push out a disaster?
spitting out excuses but it’s too late, that sh-t don’t matter (gore street)

[verse 2: guap sensei]
i walk in this b-tch like i’m jason statham
how they talking sh-t but won’t admit i made ’em?
hand out? i’ma leave him hangin’
saw his b-tch sucking d-ck and now he hangin’
gore street, i’m outside wit’ it
hands on the pole, yeah, i slide wit it
i hate the internet, you pedos needa go outside and get some real life b-tches
19 in this b-tch, actin’ like you still in preschool
b-st-rds in my dms overdose, i bet you feel cool
yeah, i left that sh-t ’cause you muhf-ckers don’t got a sand grain of respect
i swear if a screen ain’t seperate me from you, i would have my hands up on your neck
the way you think it’s quirky to be r-t-rded really messes with me
i could care less about this b-tch but she still s-xin’ with me
rearrange his t–th just like a dentist if he steppin’ to me
i keep birthing kids that jack my swag, i need a vasectomy

[chorus: yaux]
f-ck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
why’d your parents go and f-ck and push out a disaster?
spitting out excuses but it’s too late, that sh-t don’t matter
[outro: yaux]
that sh-t don’t matter
that sh-t don’t matter

- yaux guap sensei takizava

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