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letra de ain't goin' out - zinedin o.

[verse 1]
coming with the flow, it’s the z.o
the rapping sultan, the insultin’ sultan
rappers’ wounds, giving ’em somethin’
that makes ’em wanna run back into their moms’ wombs
but beware, vocab’s not the only think i bare
i’m strapped with shrapnel so if you make me snap
i shall spray sh-lls and switch your smile for a smirk
with bullet holes in it, not even a minute of work
nah, just a couple of secs and then i’ll go s-x up your gal
well now we’re talking hours in the shower
pecking the puss of your princess, your p-ssing
long forgotten, her brain’ll be occupied, oh my
but we can bury the hatchet if you chill
if not, a body i’m gon’ catch it, you gon’ feel the steel
and get run over by my wheels like roadk!ll
that’s double-chrome death for you holmes, for real

[hook]
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out!
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out!
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out!
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that

[verse 2]
if you give me lip, i’ll make you run a few laps
there’s something you still don’t get, i’ll go grab the gat
my heart’s a silhouette, i got a itchy trigger finger
and it takes just a twitch, to k!ll a male b-tch
you say you’re an mc of the highest stature
i debunk your claim, pop the trunk and aim at you
but i’mma stop aiming at your face just for a jiff
and let the hot bars smoke you like a spliff
’cause i spit the illest joints, always on point
always unfiltered, too much sk!ll to deny
the witnesses are giving me a standing ovation
but now i gotta clap at you, boy i don’t play sh-t

[verse 3]
trifle with me, get flatlined by my rifle
that sparxxx like bubba, then outlined, what an eyeful
for the rubberneck p-ssing by, eyeing the fellow
laying on the ground red, but surrounded by yellow
momma i’m so sorry for emptying clips
this that raw sh-t you don’t get from mtv clips
ever since yo raps! went off the air
so you gotta dig for the ill rhyme sayers
not you, flashing your faux or diced up whip and ice
with that sh-tty flow, you’re bound to get sliced up
by my machete, lyrically, literally, it don’t matter
’cause both result in blood splatter
but i’m not going with the latter, just to prove that every letter
that you spit is litter, with my microphone batter

[hook]
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out!
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out!
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
we ain’t goin’ out!
we ain’t goin’ out like that
no we ain’t goin’ out like that!

- zinedin o

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