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letra de shady's heir - yung rudd

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[disclaimer]
hi, good day everybody
this is just a disclaimer that this is merely a piece of art
all that happened was i was watching dexter one day, and that was around the same time when the shady cypher came out in 2011
i just got some inspiration, like, why not write a story like if i’m a serial k!ller like dexter. haha
so this is just off of wildness, this means nothing. i don’t believe anything i’m saying, i just did this off of artistic wildness
i hope you enjoy this lyrical motion picture i have here for you guys
2 much vybz

ps: if you’re offended… -steups- dan, doe flickin’ beat up nah boy, wam, you’z a lil chile awa?
anyways, lewwe start dey. bless up

[intro]
yeah
nuff vibes
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah
slice ’em and f-cking dice ’em
yuh understand? so f-cking inticing
yo

[verse]
rememebring
god said no idols, but mine’s eminem
and since he quit, i’ma smack the feminists
begin limb dismemberment
leave their spine swirling like a lemon twist
m-st-rb-t-, then -j-c-l-t- on the remnants
then i up and sever lips
place it near my genitals
and say, “give my head a kiss!”
i belong in a nuthouse, pumped with sedatives
alongside weak-hearted relatives
who witnessed the gruesome death of a periled kid
and lost it, scratching skin off to see the keratin
i ain’t fat joe, but mess with my squad i’ma bring you terror b-tch
is it smart to test paxx? never is
you’re better off climbing mt. everest
don’t need windows to tell you that’s an error b-tch
i’m the cleverest
f-ck with me? i’ll kidnap your parents b-tch
ask ’em how their marriage is
cut them where their tendons is
and drink a bl–dy beverage
during bathroom breaks severing a finger
and put it on ice to use as leverage

if they try to leave
i hope the try to squeal
while they try to squeeze
out my burglar proofing so it’s my ideal
horror movie coming to live and i will be
overjoyed like stevie wonder

it turns me on to witness
these b-tches
cry and beg for death, and ask me to grant their wishes
but not before i burn their hands and tell them, “do the dishes”
cut the scales off of fishes
and smack your pops with it ’til he says he has a mistress
even though he don’t
but he feels it’s his only hope to live
make him repeat several holy quotes
to the holy pope
whipping his back like jesus knowing he has scoliosis
while his shirt’s on his head like cornholio
and i’m laughing hard like i told a joke
while giving your mom’s face the rope-a-dope
with my d-ck
tell her deepthroat
no choking hoe
show me you’re a pro
this could be the last act your mouth opens for
have you begging for more
air than kobe’s toes
k!ll ’em both
dump their bodies down in lopinot
roll the oz
take a smokey smoke
in my bl–dy clothes
do the do-si-do
dream of f-cking a low key hoe
all she gotta say is, “man okey dokes”
then i care about my d-ck in that box, no p.o
then shoot her joints out with a 44
dip my cookies in her blood, eating the oreos
will i finish soon? she is hoping so
but no he won’t

’cause his sick mind is twisted
slim shady inflicted
heart like a blizzard
so much so i’ma cut the gizzard
off of a disfigured chicken
blood dripping
i’ll lick it
all of this in the presence of a little kid and
i’ll tape the sh-t, send it to his parents and i’ll leave ’em livid
make ’em want to call the cops in less than a minute
tell ’em if they’re feeling froggy, leap b-tch, ribbit
if they call the cops then i’z a man go k!ll him
this just isn’t psycho rap sh-t, i live it
if you want to live, just stay out my business
if you want to maco me, then the realness
is just give it up
’cause i don’t give a f-ck
if you don’t, well dawg… huh

if you get all up in my callaloo
i’ma have to grab you dude
get your face smashed with booze bottles
hit you with a stab or 2
dump your body on the avenue
have the news and camera crews
show the aftermath of you
so gross, people vomit up their doubles, gyros
and a mound of carrot juice
i’m so savage, lewd
and got a f-cked up att-tude
i’ll come to your funeral singing “hallelujah”
put the heater to your sister, pops and mama too
then grab your girl’s blouse, rip fabric b–bs
fantastic, ooh!
sh-t’d make me want to marry you
ask if she’s dtf
she says, “i’m flattered to”
then she touches my d-ck ’til its lateral
i proceed to shatter poon
from the back and then on top like panoramic view

in fifa
’til like doug’s best friend, i become a skeeter
j-zz is what i feed her
swallow quarter litre
and though she likes my murderous ways
which should mean that she’s a keeper
f-ck it, i don’t need her
f-ck a gun dawg, i’ll go old school like a beeper
and take a sword to your señorita
jack off to her d cups
then act like i’m derek jeter
hit her with a baseball bat to the feet or
knees or
straight in the pan, no peter
leave a bl–dy mess behind
so my mother always asks why i’m not neater

because i’m a sick f-ck
if i clean the sh-t up
i won’t get my d-ck up
seeing blood and guts makes me a happy n-gg-
and this real sh-t man, why would i kid for?
yeah, it’s a metaphor but i’m a k!ller
only on the microphone
dope is the life i know
dope all the time with flows
dope like a piper’s nose
me and #1 same number like we’re isotopes

[freestyle]
freestyle!
once again i got the nicest flows
watch my gyal, i got the nicest hoes
she got the nicest t-ts, and she’s also got the nicest toes
that’s why you want to f-ck it
but every night dawg, my d-ck she suck it
i get she wetter than swappi with he bucket
watch under your gyal armpits, it’s mucking
f-ck it
i’d never go around she
that’s ’cause you’z a f-cking clown b
you belong like an ant, under the ground b
heh, i’m the #1 on the sound scene
yeah, make it rain like a cloud be
it’s real ones around me
and you’d never keep me down b
listen to the sound b

i just made that up…

i just made that up…
i just made that up…
but you’re g-y as f-ck
you other n-gg-s you ain’t the same as us
everyday dawg i’m blazing up
you know i love it when i taste the bud

high cannabis
want to have a spliff
yeah, it’s immaculate
and i love a can of t-ts
haha
you opening a can of worms
you know i’d f-ck a bag of birds
yeah, i hear we having words
why don’t you open your mouth and stop being a p-ssy hole
ha
yeah i like the kush weed smoke
heh
i hope you taping this
you’re a rapist b-tch
i not faking this
haha!
ha
ahh sh-t dawg, that’s funny

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