lirik lagu juarense – day one
(verse)
h-llo, welcome to this s-xy alb-m
it’s most likely gonna be rated x like malcolm
think that i’m whack? don’t dare make your mouth run
don’t talk sh-t, b-tch, or you’ll see the messy outcome
i’m a teenager with a big mouth, with tons of sh-t to spit out
i’m so loud, that china calls to complain, everything i say is foul
i got signed. how? don’t know but i’m lucky as sh-t wow
i can’t blow this opportunity but i have rage that i must vent now
or else i’ll blow up with my guts all over your nuts
i’m sober as f-ck, don’t f-ck with drugs, gotta stay clean and i must
maintain and stay to myself because for some reason there’s no one to trust
i’m so filled with l-st, that i might just vomit from disgust
look at you bruh, you look like a f-ggot, you runt
you look like a mutt, don’t have time for b-tches and such
as rude as they come, don’t come to me with troubles and fuss
as evil as gus fring, like james dean c-mming on b-tts
and i don’t care if anything i ever spit out offends you
just know that i probably said it because i intend to
leave a scar on your brain, you’ll look at me revengeful
and i will never come back like the father who f-cking left you
sh-t, i went there, no way to recover
i use way more rubbers than a pimp and a hustler
when i spit i don’t stutter, instead, i spit on this ground that you walk on
so that the ground melts down below you and i can’t hear you talk on
about how dope you are and claim to be the don juan
and your girl with the big -ss denied me, time to get my stalk on
i’m alejandro yanez, and i say whatever i want
so when i say some mean stuff, shut it you c-nt
don’t you dare talk sh-t back, don’t ruin the fun
don’t really believe in no guns, but i sure do love me some funds
i’m dependent on my parents like stoners to blunts
i’m addicted to rapping and producing like a nympho to c-m
or me to some b-ms, like what you’re hearing? there’s more like it to come
this song is kind of dumb, and it seems you all picture me sc-m
i should crawl back to the land where i’m from, and stay in the slums
i’m an intelligent f-ck, i’m patrick coming up with chum is fum
i know i say stupid sh-t, it’s annoying but can you blame me?
i guess i’m just trying anything i can for you all to hate me
let me try and make you happy, prevent it from going south
not my fault you can’t understand what comes out of my mouth
it’s probably because everything i say is all opposite
or maybe it’s because everything i spit out is marvelous
just kidding, i’m not an arrogant or a narcissist
now don’t suck my d-ck, please f-ck off and hop off of it
i’m smart and i’m competent. i’m not impotent i’m positive
i’m also positive that i can make you throw up because i’m awful b-tch
positive for aids because i’m not good at dodging sh-t
i’m like rihanna with chris brown because i’m not good at dodging hits
that’s just because i’m pragmatic, you’re ratchet like a crack addict
that is the magic that takes practice. try to match it, my sk!lls wreak havoc
narcissists narcissisting like their life was so important
instead, leave them dead with a couple of corpses
you gon learn today, educate yourself with a couple of courses
eating a couple of courses, of course, you head to the courses
where you slave off to rich dudes, parking their porsches
so you end it and aren’t found until way past rigamortis
tryna speak in ebonics tryna make yourself seem like the strongest
to be honest, not astonished, don’t try to tarnish what i harness
i give your -ss a promise, use catharsis in the darkest
darkness i’m the artist, so munch on carpets, eat a sausage
swear i’m not a no one nor a novice, i’m the leader, i’m the sergeant
pay respects or be the target, had a hard d-ck, here’s a bargain
leave the rap house or i’ll barge in, f-ck your b-tch then i’ll hop quick
into my car, it’s hopping, stepped on it then stopped it
and shot to death your largest relative, your mom is shot in the armpit
leave the rap house in arson, and leave you praying with a parson
leave you with nothing but remy martin, 20 cents, and a carton
of milk in which i fart in, hallucinate you’re battling with spartans
catch my drift? fishes i catch because i’m the master at baiting
i’m not the master debater. i’ll go fight with the master of debating
we’ll debate over who’s the master of crafting the perfect masterpiece
i think it’s me, i’m the master with a master’s in m-st-rbating
i can write, produce and master, paying close attention to the master
then when it’s done jerk faster, then j-zz all over, a disaster
i just blew all of your heads off, i truly liked it, it was fun
and i’m not even close to being done, this is only day one
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- lirik lagu tomm¥ €a$h – leave me alone
- lirik lagu guytano – burn it slow
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