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lirik lagu david chidiac - letter to the editor

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(verse 1)
dear mr chidiac
your brain is f-cking crazy
you’re having an aneurysm and it’s making you go lazy
and now your mincing words like that wheel of fortune candidate, you’re candid as the cameras and cannister containing fiddy’s m-ssacre
i need to spit the rhymes at the speed of a p-ssenger airline with a turbo charged cylinder or cylinder of antifreeze to speed me up to p-ss the bar, cause you wanna be like pusha-t so bad, but it’s too hard
you rhyme like a wannabe, you lack lannister motive see
the sk!ll to k!ll the enemy
and now your word’s absurd, spouting curses with your words
your rhyming’s lacking curve, like the ball you throw to hurt
all those that work to play the game like it’s survival of the fittest and the fittest are your rivals and they’re rivaling your darkest fears
ones that’s sp-wned by all your peers, and now your getting drunk on beers imagining the crowds that cheer, but really people laugh and jeer, jockeying to knock you off the top of your tower
coming to this thing with imaginary power
this power outage sparks a fuse as all these women plainly refuse to play ball
now you feel so used like you’ve been kicked round and screwed
put another nail in the coffin
when we rocking like the robin
and we bobbing till we dropping like it’s hot
ga!!

(verse 2)
cheezy when he breezing past the point of no return
his sentiments remain on fire, man just let it burn
placing the ashes carefully into the urn as he tossed all his memories and spread them cross the earth
ugh! motherf-ckers tryna start rebirth
but they were never worth the h-ll of it
man to the h-ll with it, to the world he appears sane
his cranium is another game
like a picture he feels framed
hanging there so d-mn insane
tryna take his words all back, but now he’s lost and awful, jacked, spitting all this backpack rap
botegga bought with cringe-y cr-p
laughs just like he high on crack
the screech and screams like murder raps
while rocking pirelli on fire tracks
his words are like a heart attack
back he snaps, sending all the ladies packed
now he got em crack a lacking
practicing his hardly handy rapping
slinging words of wisdom, that he’s crashing
cause this i swear is his p-ssion
p-ssionless his words are tragic
this life of his makes him cry
so he goes to sleep at night
tears all streaming down his side
i pray he don’t consider suicide

(outro)
so this is my letter that i wrote down in november and i hoped you would have read by june
it’s crazy how much has changed since then
you shrunk then you ballooned
your ego’s now a whoopee cushion letting out the air
your schemes and att-tudes are crazy like your hair
you’re losing your sh-t with every word you rhyme
i heard you stopped giving resumes this time
now you’re hiring, sick of waiting in line
so this is my letter that i wrote down in november and hoped you would have read by june
i’m waiting on the other end of this line for you to come home soon


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