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son rob - fuck 'em كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
uh, a little crutch in it
bars ’bout as strong as the way the bud scented
rugged rhythm, hit ’em with the rough edits
reason raps is ripping through the ear as bad as dubstepping
f-ck the wh-r-s lesson, p-ss with all guesses
spitting tight as tugged dresses showing -ss to smug s-xists
last session shrink flunk the drug testing
slug vest and tux fresh as where the f-cking bugs nesting
cliché coming heavy, what a kilo?
what you know about him? slap ’em up ’bout to drop mosquitos
is what you sucking like, more licks than a couple d-kes
only reason i’m at school is to find the f-g that stole my bike
write, but never finish sh-t
brain more scattered than that stack of dirty linens get
smashing a b-tch like a dinner set
slapping at random like the parents when their kid upset
f-ck!

[bridge]
(skit 1)
i don’t like your j-rk–ff face, i don’t like your j-rk–ff behavior and i don’t like you, jerk-off!
you’re a c-nt! you’re a c-nt now, you’ve always been a c-nt!

[verse 2]
then ball up the fists, throw a tantrum
ugly fellow flowing with a style ’bout as handsome
ran past ’em, writ his own ransom
wh-r-s is in tandem, changing like fashion
new swag with a flair and abandon
shared lairs with the scariest bandits
hit house licks in various mansions
self incriminating when he’ll put it on the bandwidth
spewing sh-t, sue him, never put a cap in it
give a sh-t, laxatives, loosen up relax a bit
see it black and white? f-ck a faking activist
tweeting ’bout the matter isn’t half of taking action, b-tch
sh-t, and what he says is edgy
p-ssing through your schools until your kid is getting wedgied
and there sits a song barely ready
like the last b-tch, that’s the type of motherf-cking care it’s getting

[outro]
(skit 2)
slithered out on your mother’s filth. they should’ve put you in a gl-ss jar on the mantelpiece
you are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity
you despise me don’t you?
h-ll, if i gave you any thought i probably would
robin wouldn’t p-ss on your gums if your teeth were on fire
there’s a name for you ladies, but it isn’t used in high society

- son rob

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