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alfred’s theme - n-frost lyrics

20 b*tches hooked up on my arms, like swing sets/
kicked em in the stomach, vomiting like green and red/
my bars are stuck up in there heads, does it sting yet/
b*tch you do not get the bread and no you’re not a g*nius/

flex your momma’s cash a little*i snooped around, you dont got drizzle/
showing off your daddy’s pistol, pricing knifes like they were crystals/
you’ve takin advantage, weak and abandoned, precious women, not no bandit/
you in a panic, n0bodys fans it, imma be dancing, to your disses/

you been creepin in there dm’s, you askin to twist there panties up/
and say you’rе gonna k!ll yourself, if they dont give thеre kitty up/
look here, little man, i mean boy*no one is really giving a f*ck/
im using rappers limbs like a stick for my f*ckin hockey puck/

ego’s bigger then the trade center, did you hear they crashed?/
your mental state is the same, that sh*t ain’t bound to last/
like the fire fighters, your world is buried in a bunch ash/
your life has just collapsed, like some shattered glass, can’t move past that/

im f*cking done with you, what is next on my little list/
if you’re the devil, here’s johny, ill play the fiddle stick/
im f*cking done with you, what is next on my little list/
if you’re the devil* wait f*ck, what did i say again?/

in the game i’ve posed a risk, im pr*ne to diss, a hoeing b*tch/
the boeing hits and broke some sh*t, roll like locomotives and crips/
ain’t no sugar coating this sh*t, got the cougar choking on d*ck/
im a ruler, you know it is, i been poppin off like a zit/ (ah!)
i rip the fabric, sp*ce and time like toby with some woman’s jeans/
it’s alfred’s theme, to murder anything, that i have ever seen/
see the green moon and im spliting brains, drink the dopamine/
and hopefully the goal to be, one of best, is approaching me/

knock a couple b*tches out, giving em colonoscopys/
and every day im constantly, writing lines and im honestly/
never gonna be tired, with spitting writtens, subconsciously*/
*heard you into astrology, im an aries, can’t talk in peace/

f*ck, we’re on 33, shooting up in a nursey/
it occured to me, that no one really ever heard of me/
i been surfing beats for a while and im serving beef/
to any f*ckin rapper, that dissin me, that’s a certainty/

im never been giving a f*ck, come with a force of a thousand trucks/
i get em in line of rounds, i huck, and then imma entice and pounce, good luck/
diggin around a grave, they’re stuck, im givin a price to pay, you’ll duck/
if you claim*you the best of us, better drop the cap, cuz you suck/ (ah!)

- n frost lyrics

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