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midknyte - rest in piss كلمات أغنية

[intro]
a tragic tale to tell and i thought it’s pathetic
but pathetic is attempting to fail at a wedding
call it off and bail, them papers you shedding
if you lie on my name, put me in vain
i’ll write your death certificate in red ink

[verse 1]
yea i really do wanna take it there
take it there? i do wanna take it there
i’ll sign those papers there
i’ll slice that f_ckin’ raper there
make it care, slice it with a razor there
wake it, whеre is your slice of your pay in share
wе’re i’m from we ain’t do none that pedo sh_t
you about to get raided from the ks you flip
them ks you give to your friends and little kids
them roofies you get you slip them in and they take a sip
where i’m from we ain’t do none that pedo sh_t
we hogtie weirdos like you until your face splits
we’ll caramelize your legs until they mixed
you’re lucky i called the cops, you piece of sh_t
i didn’t even have wifi, i just had a sense sixth (preach)
that this b_tchass deadbeat dad tryna pinch it (yea)
you didn’t win sh_t, all we have is tension
i like chris with no b_tches
maybe then he’ll f_ckin’ listen (preach)
buy a home, take it out of a pension (what?)
you livin’ alone, off your mom, clenchin’
that gun to your dome, oh no, will he end it?
has he been in his own delusions to finish?
yes, that’s the answer
all the stress built up, one day, will give you cancer
come in the ‘dino, you get sprayed like a dancer
i talked to yo wife, don’t believe me? just ask her
i’m sorry that you got yo ass hurt
you so broke, when i k!ll you, you gon’ have to get in a bad he_rs_
speakin’ of bad, what the f_ck is up with that bad verse
if you grippin’ the heat like you said, you about to get mad burns
if you had turns, yet you can’t learn
you think you the next nuff or f_ckin’ mathers
yea, i bet your back hurts
from carryin’ all the weight that your dad earned
mothaf_ck a career at stanford
ironic how the only support you have
is a old me that was trash
you below me and out of racks
you told me you spent it on f_ckin’ crack
not chris the ghost, chris is a ghost
just like how them minors left you on your posts
just like how them finer girls who you flirtin’ on the low
with it’s a minor line to keep fighters in the ring, on the go
ima find ya sign on your street, tie lighters to gasoline, oh no
[bridge]
ima pull up on
i might pull on
i might pull uh, yea
i might pull on
i might pull uh
i might pull uh
i might pull uh
i might pull uh
yea

[verse 2]
i might pull up on tennessee
i bring destruction in my vicinity
in my proximity
aspd, i call it no glock empathy
i don’t got no sympathy
far epiphanys, off symphony
tell me how do i have enemies
what is up with that stuff they send to me
is wise your kid, or is he a mini me
bleed for the lord, look up to the trinity
ask ya wife, ask if she remember me
you’ll get stomped over like a f_ckin’ centipede
someone feelin’ a bit distasteful
angry, envy me yet i’m just grateful
that i have a chance to bring to the table
you have a chance to sit and make fables
we aren’t r_t_rded, we see the truth
we see your lies, we know you hate the youth
yet you like the youth
weirdos like you, we’ll curbstomp and break your tooth
everyday you’re faker too
i’ll show you a thing or two
how i eliminate, just imitate
i aim, i shoot
[bridge 2]
yea, yea, you gon’ freeze my sh_t
yea, yea, you gon’ freeze my sh_t
yea, yea, you bein’ a b_tch
yea, yea, you gon’ cease to exist

[verse 3]
got me f_cked up on my birthday
when they birthed you it was a curse ayy
drop a intro on a playlist then revert ayy
i don’t know what you heard ayy
but i’ll get you hurt ayy
i’ll f_ckin’ get your murked ayy
run up on ya boy
pull out my toy, cop me a court case
then i’ll get out on the fourth day
on the floor ayy, homies gonna get your body burned ayy
destroy phones, evidence, fingerprints
just to make sure there’s no insured trace
all ‘em homeboys are p_ssies or fakin’
pull out a nerf gun they might start shakin’
this is my work hunt, that shot, ima take it
took your four mounts to become unvacant
that b_tch, thinkin’ he poppin’ streets
that b_tch, thinkin’ he c_ckin’ heat
but then, you learn he just gets too c_cky
but when, will he learn to f_ckin’ rap onbeat
i ain’t even gotta talk, i just let the glock speak
told chris, he gon’ learn to not talk to me
pay your mortgage, don’t worry, it’s like monopoly
he sitting there crying and f_ckin’ mockin’ me
my sh_t so hard, ion even gotta drop the beat
i didn’t know you in yo feelings, oh, pardon me
you gettin’ yo ass f_cked by rap, call it sodomy
just to sneak diss, he gotta cop some feats
call chris a dog, put him down, he ain’t gon’ bark to me
whole clique masked up, but we ain’t do no halloween
f_ck all of yall, yea, i’m on that
f_ck all of the people you have contact
so i’m done b_tch, no more tracks
if you drop a diss, i’ll drop a whole ep on yo ass
this time, i’ll expose even more facts
ww3, be ready, don’t give me a chance

- midknyte

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