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proof - nobody likes me كلمات أغنية

[proof: intro]
ayo, cyzer, let’s go to h_ll, c’mon

[verse 1: proof]
derty harry! scary as bl__dy mary
run up on carrie, beat her and cut her hair weaves
slap the glock clip and run in lot 61
gimme your watch, chips at once or get smacked, kicked and punched
i ain’t playing, i’m a motherf_cking menace
i got a hard ass head with nothing in it
leave your chest wetter than a virgin that ain’t had s_x
trip a vietnam vet off of his last leg
proof shoots guns for fun and i blast techs
cut off your toes and watch yo ass half step
i say “f_ck the world n_ggas” with my last breath
and keep a whole crowd bouncing like bad checks
they don’t want no problem with me, they gon’ squabble with mе
they out on church pews hoping god’ll get mе
early mass bust a mac_10 in his face
and that motherf_cking priest shouldn’t have been in way! (pow!)

[chorus: proof]
n0body likes me but that’s okay (that’s alright)
’cause i don’t like y’all anyway
and i don’t like y’all anyway
f_ck all y’all!
n0body likes me but that’s okay (that’s alright)
’cause i don’t like y’all anyway (sure don’t)
and i don’t like y’all anyway
f_ck all y’all!
[verse 2: proof]
i’ma fry when, howlin’ on silent nights
stop off and flip a cop off for buying viks
hanging on flying kites of death defying heights
take advantage of pretty sl_ts like giant dyk_s
worthless like a church b_tch crying christ
slit wrists won’t k!ll me, f_ck it the virus might
make thug n_gga’s heart jump like siren lights
i’ll beat the sh_t out of you b_tch like iron mike
kidnap suburban twin children for ten million
set a spot to sell rocks out condemned buildings
my skin peelin’ from wind_millin’ on loose gravel
death becomes any emcee that proof battles
shoot ammo, go rambo on july 4th
i’m low down with the buzz like a high dwarf
jada, i played her and i passed her to will
hopped in planes with jfk and crashed in the hills
your thoughts suck like monica imagining bill
swallowing medicine cabinet pills
rape, murder, crime, death
hate, violence, grime, s_x!

[bridge: proof]
i’m the one behind the dumpster that shot you up
ran up on your baby mama and just dropped that sl_t
grabbed your pastor by his collar, said he talked too much
stand in court just cursing n_gga, holding my nuts (biatch!)
[chorus: proof & trick_trick]
n0body likes me but that’s okay (wassup detroit)
’cause i don’t like y’all anyway (check me out on the new rap files, rap documentary)
and i don’t like y’all anyway (wildin’ out as usual baby, keeping it gangsta, trick_trick, c’mon)
f_ck all y’all!

[verse 3: proof]
a b_tch scarrier than a pit terrier
a camouflaged assassin in a well lit area
a dagger through the flesh conducting your death
k!llin’ that b_tch ass noise that thump in your chest
the beginning like s_x and sperm
seduced by sesh and sherm and infectious germs
a lesson learned with stress_filled nerves
stand in h_ll b_tt_neked while my flesh just burn
the malicious, trife, vicious type
that’ll beat you to death with plugged_in christmas lights
a fiend that love to see flesh ripping apart
sip on some sauce and start flipping off god (f_ck you!)
you better pray i don’t self_destruct
’cause when i do, f_ck me b_tch, someone else is f_cked
i helped a sl_t but lined up her kids and popped ’em
and when you see kurt cobain tell him “bring back my shotgun” (pow!)

[outro: trick_trick]
once again it’s your n_gga trick_trick
repping on the 7 mile album, volume 4
with my n_gga dj babe, goddamit

- proof

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