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letra de spark 'n' blaze - z (of firing squad)

[intro: z]
i’m gonna jumpstart
let’s go then

[verse 1: z]
i was sparking on a fatty, tipping 40s in my gutter
staring at this microphone like i’m orbiting that motherf-cker
thoughts is pulling orgies and c-cking 40s without a stutter
while you was snoring, i was aborted what you was recording out yo mother
i’m overboard like titanic
and partied hard like a white van
and beat my d-ck with my right hand, cause y’all gory motherf-cker
they talking like they beefy but i carefully cut they vocals
on my family, this one handy till this gam-by, then go snorkel
i’m puking in this portal then go oral on these claps
the oracle through this glory hole they go story-mode on my sack
let me introduce my pencil to ‘еm my studio on my back
try to interfere, i turn ms. smеar your face all over these tracks
stupid
i’m d-ckeys sagger
i’ll plug you in like black and decker
but no i’m not a f-cking rapper
i’m a nooses to my mask at seven
call it whatever you f-cking want regardless
cause i’mma jack whatever
i’ll talk it up on these f-cking tracks and sh-t on whatever you thought was clever
f-ck it
[chorus: z]
there ain’t nothing you can say to offend me, cause i just wanna spark and blaze
get my class from the hood
grab my pen and my book and write for days
get lost in the smoke cause i’m obviously dope you gon’ like my flames
she no gag on neck
corona pop, no stress
i’mma light this brain

[verse 2: z]
i’m walking out my mental on my spare time
try to stair climb
my mental go on my hairline off of the wind catching some airtime
you can kiss my bare hind if you dare chime whether this rhyme
put your body off on the zip, not headed for croc-waters while i spit mine
n0body stop me, i’ll probably bop it and flow with the sentences this time
popping a couple of pills before i hit the microphone then i incline
catch me, let me fasten a jet-ski, boxers inside his mind
f-ck it, they don’t wanna give me respect, or you dead my midnight
i don’t think they understand my a game, p-ssy sh-t bag
come sliding through they neighborhoods so they can hear my sh-t slap
smoking on this potent b-tch, blowing with no spit-back
that’s on the brain they ain’t f-cking with me
i be laying back with my feet up in the beat up blowing super
trynna get my cheese up but this re-up ducking bloopers
crew wanna top pop, they want me to chop fred krueger
i’ll put they body in a box and hit the booth and lex luther
[chorus: z]
there ain’t nothing you can say to offend me, cause i just wanna spark and blaze
get my class from the hood
grab my pen and my book and write for days
get lost in the smoke cause i’m obviously dope you gon’ like my flames
she no gag on neck
corona pop, no stress
i’mma light this brain

- z of firing squad

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