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letra de evil on two legz - zotiyac

[intro]
h e a l

[verse 1]
hey, michael
sn-tch your vitals, it’s no survival
posted with a rifle like i’m racist, i don’t like you
adolf, i say f-ck y’all, murder you if i like to
these n-ggas preachin’ fiction, n-ggas lie more than the bible
aye, i’m at yo neck it’s daddy death
i’m baphomet, so we ain’t having s-x
i walk in tec, i spend three some
like two twins i’m having s-x
he mad as f-ck, he think i f-ck
but really i just had the neck
that’s yo main b-tch, she can’t take d-ck
she screaming like she had to rest
that rapper check just hit, you know i had to flex
they watch me when i’m walking in
get stained, nahh, i had to check
he called my phone, he making threats
guess he ain’t know we had them texts
this n-gga hit me like, “you know what it is, but i had to check”
you trippin’ bout a b-tch that you just f-cking met
she play with b-lls, then get sent home
if this b-tch could, she’d f-ck the mets
this b-tch psycho, i might have her go get my f-cking meds
this clip mystical, detach your shoulders from your f-cking head
[verse 2]
uh, i smell p-ssy in this b-tch
snuff nose homie, it’s just snooki in the whip
n-gga crumble like a cookie crip, like tooki in this b-tch
wipe a n-gga nose and had to hit my doogie in this b-tch
aye, like boogie in this b-tch
it’s hot as f-ck
they wanna know how i rock hoodies in this b-tch
’cause i got some on me, i put some on it
have all your people outside dressed up like it’s sunday morning
and we don’t ever hide guns unless the gunplay want it
sippin’ on this fogga, got ash up in my cup
nah, ion’ want it
i just picked yo’ b-tch up but she talk too much, and nah ion’ want it
i was rolling gas and spilled some on the floor, nah ion’ want it
stolen hot cup, this b-tch leakin’ out so ion want it

[verse 3]
motherf-ck all my opponents, n-gga
hey motherf-cker, i’m hot
n-ggas came to paint your house up
give a f-ck who own it
if somebody else get hit too
that’s a f-cking bonus
we gon’ hit whoever wit you, so you won’t be lonely
baby draco, put yo’ mouth on it
come and f-ck the homie
runnin’ roman like ronen
cut you, get you jump like shonen
pourin’ fo’ inside a styrofoam
my mouth be f-ckin’ foamin’
michael
stabbing psyboal
k!llin’ your idols
i stab a n-gga a hunnid
now i’m saying no clean up on aisle
like f-ck it, b-tch i’m a virus
this sh-t goin’ viral
i took my time, i let it fly
i know this one will spirin’ you

- zotiyac

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