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letra de laugh at death - yung ulcer

i laugh at death
yuh, i laugh at death
hah, yuh, i laugh at death

[verse 1]

i wonder, did it hurt when you did a kurt?
cherry-red dessert splattered on your shirt
brain matter splattered on the walls
parents flipping b-lls
911 was called, they were no help at all
i heard the news and i said “lol”
i can’t show no d-mn remorse
even when im looking at the corpse
i still feel a big bulge in my shorts
and it was the same d-mn way in court
i’m boutta go longways for results
or touch a live wire to feel the volts
if you’re a necrophile, then bring your folks
cause you all gon’ leave with a belly full
b-tches really think that i’m being a troll when i said i put my d-ck in a skull
they said my musics unlistenable
they ain’t dead yet, but im digging a hole
this one goes out to the folks at home
and the old hag that’s a bag of bones
we bag motherf-ckers like al capone
everyone crying, let’s change the tone
[verse 2]

i’m sorry that i can’t control my laugh
already raised the glass, and puff-puff-passed a blunt with ash of this death motherf-cker that passed
i’m sorry i didn’t have much to say, i didn’t know that he was g-y
but everyone copes in their own way, i think he should’ve listened to andrew tate
instead, he was hitting vapes, putting down cake
dumb motherf-cker went all gas no brakes
blast out his brain, didn’t break the chain
at least a motherf-cker had what it takes
at heaven’s gates moving up the ranks
stole my style, motherf-cker, thanks
i got the rachet, make this sh-t clank
i don’t see the opps doing extended planks

he was like me, tryna get the job done
real motherf-ckers toting big ass guns
you wanna start sh-t, then dig up some
i’ll put lead in your pickup truck
didn’t know he was g-y, who gives a f-ck
i’m still waiting for bro to pull up
he knows the address, he been here before
but i’m still waiting for bro to show up
it’s like they forget that i slashed on cam
to make them understand
vanessa’s man will make your goofy ass a task at hand
like b-tch, come catch these hands
sh-t get really scary out there
motherf-ckers step and get buried out there
shorty be asking like “what should she wear?”
i said i don’t care, as long as i’ll be pulling hair tonight
she know that i’ll be hitting bare tonight
and f-ck pulling out, let’s get scared tonight
she show the p-ssy for shares and likes
i gave her d-ck, now she don’t care for dikes
and then i leave her cold her than fahrenheit
i’m not the guy that her parents like
being girl, i ask her what it’s like

i laugh at death
yuh, i laugh at death
hah, yuh, i laugh at death

- yung ulcer

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