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letra de war - zachary hill

[verse]
we’re at war
what’d you do that for?
i don’t wanna deal with fat wh0res
’cause i’m not into fat women
i can barely see, i got bad vision
cut your body up like a turkey on thanksgivin’
i’m gone fishin’, you’re done livin’
don’t open the door, i’m p-ssin’
if i got the cocaine sniffin’, you’ll go missin’
i am so unforgivin’
why you hatin’ on the life that i’m livin’? (f-ck you, dude)
me and yo girl are kissin’
i’m wishin’ a k!llin’ would happen — that’d be b-tchin’
i’m flippin’ the switch and
i’m dippin’ into the rich end, gettin’ dividends
this’ll never end
hear me out, my friend
i’ma rap until the end
(yuh, yuh, godd-mn)
i’m on a roll
too dumb for the high honor roll
people wanna see me perform at the supеr bowl
well, at least that’s what i’ve been told
i’vе been rapping since i was ten years old
i’m 14 now and i’m still goin’ at it
i’m a better rapper and a cocaine addict
i be sniffin’ that sh-t up in my attic
i gotta slap it and pack it to rap it and i am mad at
the world; ’cause it said that i’m sh-t
“i don’t get why you gotta rap like this
it sounds like sh-t”
shut up, b-tch
before i throw you in a ditch
and you fall in the abyss
i’ma shoot you a couple of times
i’m the father of rhymes
i can do it anytime
you can’t spit a decent line
even if it were to save your life (nope)
it’s so dark, better turn on a light
i’m finna fight like mike
i have the right to write
whatever i want
i’m a rapper who’s tryna differ
i’m finna deliver the silver liver to the giver
i give her the sh-t then she stabbed me with scissors
i dumped her body in the river
durin’ the middle of a blizzard
i knocked down some pillars
now i’m a winner
i ain’t a beginner
i got bars like i’m noel miller (what the f-ck!!!)
i got a pretty penny with some henney
i’m finna get many emmy’s
no, plenty
again, he — is makin’ raps in his bedroom
yeah, you heard what i said, dude
i’m writin’ with a pencil
usin’ all the led
tryna reach my full potential
how many bars do i write? too much
this is song is bomb like aaron judge (line drive!)
stop it for a second
i need to tell you somethin’
i’m finna break your neck and i reckon i pull out a deck and
if you live in quebec and i’m finna wreck it
like my homeboy, ralph
listen here, you better check it
i’m gonna be harsh, i won’t sugarcoat it
when i listen to your raps, i don’t think you wrote it
it was pretty obvious and you showed it
i spit bars, i can’t control it
you can’t ghostwrite and have that sh-t unnoticed
h-ll, i even think that you stole it
hey, i just had to expose it
i am the one who knows sh-t
i am the best in the game
way better than all you lames
this beat made me burst out in flames
i got no more remains, except for the brain
i think i’m insane
i might just run into a train
i’m finna aim for fame, but i gotta exclaim
that i got somethin’ to say
big d looks like he’s snorlax
he likes to eat snacks
that’s wack! — i don’t approve
get your ass up and move
you can’t continue to snooze
you lose, you’re too big
oh yeah, i gotta remind you
of the time that i f-cked your b-tch

- zachary hill

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