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dead poet devil - ain't f*ckin' wit me (feat. kristina leigh) lyrics
ayo haters say they ain’t feelin phil but ain’t n0body got sk!lls that ill
we syllable k!llas yall sillacone fillas ain’t n0body illa real recognize real
i run up in the bank and i peel that till, mind go blank and i peel that steel
people like poet take a pill that chill but god keep tellin me to k!ll at will
i run this town, shut sh_t down i’m it motha f_cka you can come get clowned
suicide king had to come get crowned flow too complex gotta to dumb sh_t down
haters talk sh_t till my gun spit pow, cl!ck_clack_bang who’s the dumb sh_t now
eyes like a chinaman plus i’ma giant someone call the police tell em come get yao
wh0res that i’m f_ckin with are drop dead gorgeous topless sittin in a drop rеd porsches
pull up in front of my astounding fortress welcomе to the house of a thousand corpses
rep born star that’s b_s_e, ain’t no truck but ima gmc
cocaine bomb like tnt and i be doin big lines the dmv
devil and the dragon that’s d&d, wicked wildcard and d_m_p
money clothes hoes and the fans and the shows there ain’t nothin in the world like bein me
i hit pretty b_tches that are hard to f_ck, walk up in the bars and the stars get struck
got em bangin dead poet in their cars or truck put their mouth on a pipe full of shards and suck
you ain’t f_ckin with me [x4]
ayo people say they ain’t feelin poe but ain’t n0body got flows that dope
i murder these words never heard of you nerds got your girlfriends powderin her nose with coke
how in the f_ck are you blokes still broke all the money in the world you a joke still loc
car hotbox full of smoke will choke any ho give po a little stroke will poke
i spit spew venom six two two ten em, strays from the k rip through blue denim
mask and the gloves never knew who sent up run trains on the hoes let the choo_choo hit em
haters talk sh_t don’t know no better ain’t a sole in the world that can flow mo better
got hoes on my d_ck cuz i’m a doe go getter i play with her p_ssy make her soul glow wetter
ain’t none of yall cats even half on the level to be chasin the dragon or to dance with the devil
i slay when i rap stay strapped with the metal, do a drive_by gas smash on the petal
put the x in the cig up under my tongue, scorpion flow homie come and get stung
got the mini mac10 like i’m brotha lynch hung someone funeral music is gona get sung
lazy i guess that’s what god made me pickin up hookers at the truckstop daily
owe me money then it’s f_ck you pay me mom still wonder when her son got crazy
dark and melodic part psychotic doctors prescribing a psychotropic
rockin the mic like a psycho profit close to the edge and i might go off it
you ain’t f_ckin with me [x8]
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