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lirik lagu sicknal – killmonger

[chorus]
it’s about to be a chilly summer
i just woke up from a deep slumber
tell every rapper in the city f~ck ’em
i am back to claim what’s mine, call me k!llmonger
it’s about to be a chilly summer
i just woke up from a deep slumber
tell every rapper in the city f~ck’ em
i am back to claim what’s mine, call me k!llmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) call me k!llmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) call me k!llmonger

[verse 1]
i don’t count on nothing, i just pray
and i don’t ask for nothing, i give thanks
they keep throwing mad shade on my name
but i still count my blessings every day
hey aunty, i wanna compete
this rap scene breeds complete, conceit
i browse online but i don’t see anything on fleek
clout chasers, i count sheep but i can’t sleep
bunch of selfie videos looking like offset
rapping off beat
punches bar of soap sl!ck
i don’t spit bars, i cough bleach
high as f~ck ’bout to go beast
i don’t take drugs, i snort beats
i am on a side b~tch, like palm trees
hierarchy, i top it, i am car keys, i start sh~t
get off my d~ck!
[chorus]
it’s about to be a chilly summer
i just woke up from a deep slumber
tell every rapper in the city f~ck ’em
i am back to claim what’s mine call me k!llmonger

[verse 2]
heard’ em say sick sucks, now i’m on a witch hunt
top of the todem pole, b~tch c~nt
i am a trampoline in the bottom of the toilet bowl
i make the sh~t jump!
took her virginity, gave the b~tch a fist bumb
now she don’t remember me, can’t believe this sl~t
suddenly has a bad memory
i used to treat her like an elephant, i fed her bug nuts
she said she’s hot, i give her my popsicle
i call it richard and i want d~ck sucked
grio my c~cktail like a fist cup and get it mixed up
she’s been sober for eight months
but when it comes to my cum, she’s a “suiplap”
i’m gonna say this for the last time, cape town better wake up
they want flames, i’m arguably satan
i don’t give a f~ck if you black or you caucasian
if you rap you can get your head sawed off like a 12 gauge gun
anybody sayin’ sicker ain’t with the sh~ts
ask ’em are they “jas”
i been the illest for a minute
they will just never all admit it
say i sound like so and so, tryna take away from these bars i’m spittin’
say i sound too american and it f~cking p~sses off the “chlora” in me
i “smaak” to drop an afrikaans track and straight up murder the f~cking genre with it
f~ck all you critics!
so called, real hip hop heads, but all your fitteds were counterfeited

- lirik lagu sicknal

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