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lirik lagu penny the goat – 39

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39 shots, of which 30 is mine, and you can get 39 more
bullet holes through your chromosomes, looking like you survived through 35 wars
9 millimeter on the waist like a belt, you won’t get saved by the bell
i got a condo in h-ll, i’m just waiting for the bombs to blow like the bombs on myself
i k!ll you just for the profit
you might just get hit with a rocket
you might get a left jab, right hook, uppercut
then my n-gg-s jump in like it’s double dutch
how can you f-ck with this guy
you’re saying i can’t get a slice of your girl
well i’ve already had enough of the pie, i’ve got nothing to hide
that’s not important to me, you don’t have to worry
cause i don’t care about your life, that’s why i never check your story

[break]
what you know about the visions of a lunatic
god never answers ’cause he knows that i’m h-ll with the devil
and my mind’s a hotel for the demons and the angels
but there’s no proof unless you’re on my level

you’re like a rollercoaster, aye
you’re up and down, i blast like nova nova, aye
i keep a can on me like it’s coca cola, aye
b-tch you know i’m old school like motorola, aye
i go in raw as f-ck
i don’t need to be protected by jesus, b-tch i pray to the sun
cause at least i can see it, yeah that’s shots fired like i’m spraying a gun
on a new level like goku, like mj i’m too bad
i’m the headliner n-gg- newsflash, i’m putting waves on your head like a du-rag
i can tell you can’t see the boy
when they say that i suck, i keep quiet and point to the leaderboards
cause stats don’t lie, that’s why lebron is better than jordan
i got some banger -ss type beats, and a couple of songs i’m never recording, why
all because i’m too focused on how it ends, and don’t get it twisted
you and i were never friends, what made you think that we kicked it
i wouldn’t kick it with you, even if we were the last ones alive
i’d rather try suicide and laugh in your face when i die
and ima die alone
just make sure my casket is made out of firestones with a hold microphone wrapped in styrofoam
i collect broken hearts as a hobby
i am hotter than sriracha mixed with a hint of wasabi, this sh-t is a party

[break]
what you know about the visions of a lunatic
god never answers ’cause he knows that i’m h-ll with the devil
and my mind’s a hotel for the demons and the angels
but there’s no proof unless you’re on my level

man, i’m going insane, i should be medicated
can’t even explain why i thought this was an even exchange
i been going through it all, i really don’t think that we’re even in pain
i take two hour naps, we are not sleeping the same
she said i miss you i’m like oh
she said i still care i’m like don’t
she throwing back and i’m like whoa
she said would losing me be a loss, i’m like no
39 shots, of which 30 is mine, and you can get 39 more
bullet holes through your chromosomes, looking like you survived through 35 wars
9 millimeter on the waist like a belt, you won’t get saved by the bell
i got a condo in h-ll, i’m just waiting for the bombs to blow like the bombs on myself
i k!ll you just for the profit
you might just get hit with a rocket
you might get a left jab, right hook, uppercut
then my n-gg-s jump in like it’s double dutch

chrp!