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No quiero encasillarme en nada, no quiero sonar o ser como nada, pero no voy con ningun rollo undergorund ni nada, pq lo bueno es bueno da igual si es comercial
Hi people... hola gent!................
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,694
Peak in subgenre #1,859
Author
Rodamon
Uploaded
June 18, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
i was motivated about imagine how i kill somebody who i don-t like but at the reallity i wouldn-t do it
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You goin fuck me up, you love it
How I piss how you diss
How we beef, how I miss
That’s what you think
Not what it’s real
My thoughts stink
No way now we won’t deal
That’s for what you ask me for
When you layin dyin cryin I hold the shotgun with the two palms
Now sounds the alarm of death, here she comes
She’s smelt your blood and she look us both
She knows who might blow each other
Oh mother of the unfortunities, can I kill him?
You are bleeding, you stink of scare, blood, dead and sweat
I think I’m goin to vomit, nah Jason wouldn’t do that
With his mask, his task, I’m not in that level of mad
But I’ma kill ya cuz you light off the shot you had
To escape, to apologize but my mind can’t stop
Til end up his job to crush and maim that snob
Fake ass bitch now who rob, who fuck up, who’s strong, definitley you’re not!
[Chorus]
Cuz there’s no worse and horrifying revenje than my mental attacks
Is like slap you, a stab with thousand knives in your fuckin back
Break your neck, I won’t repeat that I am too mad I’m a dude bad
Who’s gonna kill you like a pig, like a fag, no white flags, I can feel your dreads
I’d take your fuckin ass and shoot at... bloody and rude attack...don’t you think that?
[Verse 2]
This time I came prepared, to murder you in a while
I got pistols, AK’s, uzi’s, it’s like Columbine
But I’m not still that crazy chill out I’m fine
Or machetes, or blades, or razors, nah ain’t my style
I can collapse you with only two words
A verb and a pronoum, FUCK YOU no more
Say a prayer, hell doors now are on the floor
You are atheist like me, well I don’t give a fuck just die
Cuz this time I’m very sure
I’ma genius like Einstein
My brain feel your pain but ain’t the same if I don’t see how you be maimed
Torture you, cry mu’fucka, cuz no bitch mom will cure you
All the prisions and jails you would be would puke you
Go through the queue to, fire
Your life is so blur, won’t get higher
Why keep it if you well know I can kill it
Furious mouth, all your blood spills out
Splash my eyes, but the red eyes I have ain’t be changed for a drips of blood
Dude no matter in where hood we are, you’ll be my food
Eyes out of sockets, all your bones out of skin
Crushed, I have skill to kill, it’s like a dream
Your version: a nightmare
I don’t give a fuck, suffer bitch, you born to suck
And now some people will think I’m a killer
Only cuz a murdered you, everytime iller
And they think you are a fuckin blood spiller
Now a zombie, go to dance Thriller
This ain’t a thrilla, are my dreams, you’ll wake up
Take the mirror, you have no face, I break up
Disgusting as fuck, nasty dreams, nasty things
You are so brave? Well so c’mon to catch me king
When people know the person I murdered, they won’t treat me like an assassin
They’ll treat me like a hero
And they’ll won’t treat you like a vitctim
So they’ll treat you like a bitch-hoe
[Chorus X2]
Cuz there’s no worse and horrifying revenje than my mental attacks
Is like slap you, a stab with thousand knives in your fuckin back
Break your neck, I won’t repeat that I am too mad I’m a dude bad
Who’s gonna kill you like a pig, like a fag, no white flags, I can feel your dreads
I’d take your fuckin ass and shoot at... bloody and rude attack...don’t you think that?
