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blades - alf the explicit lyrics

drop this metal on the f*ckin’ pedal
b*tch you want a medal?
with these beats i’m going mental
i’m stepping down to your level
cause these motherf*ckin’ c*nts gotta pay
motherf*cker, motherf*cker, pr*ck wanna play
cause b*tch gonna pray and slay
with a semi*automatic b*tch gotta spray
ay
ay ay ay
i’m done slaughtering myself i finna get a life
i’m done with this f*ckin’ fight
fatty fatty gone fitty fitty
quick motherf*cka’ give me a whiskey
these motherf*ckers want me in the guilty
motherf*cka’ this gettin’ trippy
i met so many motherf*ckin’ diddys

when you see too much you’ve seen too way too f*ckin’ much
process this stuff in your head and use it as material

use it for no measure
or for your own treasures
because you’re a bl**dy terror
elm streets nightmare
when they see you somewhere
with no shame or dispair
motherf*cka’ gotta beware
using my hardware
but it’s gonna be nowhere
the beat going hee ho
so just go for the flow
and you gotta slow
when you roll in the dough
and then you’d be a pro
so take my motherf*ckin’ sh*t and run off with it
i had enough f*ckin’ wit to hit it
and if i could i’d always f*ckin’ skip it
and i wish i’d f*ckin’ split and slit it
and when i get a hoodie and f*ckin’ zip it
when the motherf*cka’ always lippin it
i’d call myself d*ck so they had d*ck in their f*ckin’ mouth
so they can’t get a f*ckin’ spouse

i’m doing this sh*t all on my f*ckin’ own
which bothers people to the f*ckin’ bone
i’m gonna be clean when you make a cleaning drone
cause i’m on the golden f*ckin’ throne
ay, f*ck google chrome
it’s sh*t and other browsers are better
now let’s get back to making a f*ckin’ trend*setter
breaking blocks like i’m f*ckin’ ender
let’s start the f*ckin’ terror
f*ckin’ angering all the b*tches in the universe
let’s see what f*ckin’ c*nt the other person is
i bet he has a f*ckin’ tongue of p*ss
and smells like a f*ckin’ dish of fish
drop this metal on the f*ckin’ pedal
b*tch you want a f*ckin’ medal?
with these b*tches i’m going f*ckin’ mental
drop this metal on the f*ckin’ pedal
b*tch you want a medal?
with these beats i’m going mental
i’m stepping down to your level
cause these motherf*ckin’ c*nts gotta pay
motherf*cker, motherf*cker, pr*ck wanna play
cause b*tch gonna pray and slay
with a semi*automatic b*tch gotta spray
ay
ay ay ay
i’m done slaughtering myself i finna get a life
i’m done with this f*ckin’ fight
fatty fatty gone fitty fitty
quick motherf*cka’ give me a whiskey
these motherf*ckers want me in the guilty
motherf*cka’ this gettin’ trippy
i met so many motherf*ckin’ diddys

- alf the explicit lyrics

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