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claas – f.u.n. كلمات اغاني

[intro: claas]
yeah! you know what time it is!
lsp! mne! claas! lex! yeah!

[verse 1: claas]
yeah! i’m ’bout to make these motherf_ckers go and run away
pull it, that gun’ll spray on any mumble rapper with skinny jeans, then they looking g_y
time to bring it back to the underground so i’m digging graves
tupac hail mary blaze in my brain, sh_t, it’s been engraved
time to go and loosen by shootin’ n_ggas and putting
finishing f_cking touches on anyone acting stupid
to anybody that’s ruined and spewing sh_t
i’m chewing bits, cannibal while i’m doing this
human meat like i knew i’d get
hoping to go and pull and rip all they bodies to pieces (yeah!)
n_ggas can’t even spit, i got venom to lеave ’em fetid (yеah!)
position that leave incisions in people, that is my vision
mission and my decision behead ’em so they ain’t livin’
that crimson running all over, they guts are showing exposed
but clizzle’s got middles throwin ’em up and k!lling these hoes
knew when i got with lex that that k!ller sh_t was a must
i’m still not giving a f_ck while i f_ck this industry up (rah!)
[chorus: claas & lex the hex master]
they thinkin’ that it’s a game
but we ain’t saying no names, we’re just screaming out “f_ck you n_ggas!”
it’s obvi the game has changed
but underground’s bringing flames so we’re screaming out “f_ck you n_ggas!”
and we ain’t got the time to teach these n_ggas to rhyme
so it’s middles up, f_ck you n_ggas
fake rappers all on the stage and all of ’em looking g_y
now the crowd screaming “f_ck you n_ggas!” (yo, claas, i got something to say to these n_ggas! let’s do this sh_t!)

[verse 2: lex the hex master]
screaming f_ck ’em hard like a p_rno star
these marks ain’t even worth my bars
makin’ faces burst apart, kicking lyrics to hurt your heart
never have you ever heard better, the way i shred ’em
and pump lead in your head till your cranium start to spread
eatin’ flesh of the dead, sip vinegar with no bread
sinister off my meds, even ministers couldn’t bless
best to dash with me and claas it’s on your ass
make it fast ’cause we breaking bad
corny motherf_ckers make me laugh (uhh!)
i know you feel this gorilla kicking that k!ller
no fillers, just godzilla, black on black cat peeler
no feelings, just dirty n_ggas stab haters with old syringes
while binging this fire sh_t that i’m bringing, lex off the f_cking hinges
[chorus: claas & sicnoizednice]
they thinkin’ that it’s a game
but we ain’t saying no names, we’re just screaming out “f_ck you n_ggas!”
it’s obvi the game has changed
but underground’s bringing flames so we’re screaming out “f_ck you n_ggas!”
and we ain’t got the time to teach these n_ggas to rhyme
so it’s middles up, f_ck you n_ggas (yeah)
fake rappers all on the stage (hey guys) and all of ’em looking g_y
now the crowd screaming “f_ck you n_ggas!”

[verse 3: sicnoizednice]
yeah! f_ck y’all
we don’t need a ref, yo, that’s a fair call (yeah)
leavin’ all you rappers in the corner like a bread store
sicnoize, straight from the asylum, i was born sick (yeah)
maverick with a dallas star, smacking rappers with hockey sticks (ha)
do what thou wilt, we murder stages with no fear
underground light for my city, i be that chandelier (woo)
circle saw leave ’em leakin’, gorefest colosseum
crash dummy soldier boys training to get they ears wet
tch annihilate, snuff these rappers in the face
mobbin’ on ’em deep for that money, we put ’em in they place (uh)
makin’ all these rappers disappear, when yo they abstract
cheeks so f_cking tight that they tuck they d_ck up they own ass

- claas

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