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god slayer! - pe$o pete lyrics

[intro: pe$o pete & vasto]
aye! (vasto!)
you already know who it is, man (come on, bro)
big sukuna, big heian era champion (it’s 2024, fleet)
a thousand years, i came back, they still sweet as f*ck (let’s go!)
i’m over here monologuin’, thinkin’ to myself, “d*mn, why yuji so god d*mn sweet?” (he’s trash!)
higuruma packed up, gojo packed up
i took yo’ goat and made them toast, b*tch (yeah)
watch out, man, i’m here (uh, why it sound like—)

[verse 1: pe$o pete]
who really could step my sh*t up? said they one*upped, not yo’ brothas
who really could back they sh*t up? say they run up, not n0bara (not n0bara)
check the author, blame me for my prowess, they made i got power
plead for life, ain’t like the sound, no bush beat ’round, we k!ll ya proper ([?])
i’m heavy walkin’, brodie not a yapper, worse, he just a talker
i got water, lead bro to the slaughter, next is davy’s locker (i got water, lead bro to the slaughter, next is davy’s locker)
betty crocker, say you cookin’ wild, but, b*tch, i’m betty, proper ([?])
you ain’t on no job, brodie think he clocked in, but you just a war (whoa)
sh*t not feelin’ right, look*alikes, sound*alikes, botted likes, i don’t like (no, no)
crossed lines, dotted lines, ‘lotta lines, y’all ain’t even god d*mn right
‘lotta bodies, lot bodied, chop on me in a crossbody, d*mn (d*mn)
throw a volley, handle volleys while my extra hands crossin’, why? (why? why?)

[bridge: pe$o pete]
i can’t believe it
my competition all has cognitive dissonance (they do)
buddy’s a simpleton (he is)
pe$o just straight to the point, rocket missile tip
energy michelin
who y’all got, man? who am i missin’?
[tag: pe$o pete & [?]]
abc

[beat switch]

[intro 2: pe$o pete]
yeah
oh, wait

[verse 2: pe$o pete & koll]
you gotta watch what you say
promise a prophet could tell you the same (koll)
what can you bolster but vanity/fame? (oh, f*ck)
you might be top five stats in the lame, but on n0body’s top five best in the game
easy to say when yo’ people relay, but i’m tapped in the frame like a vintage monet
easy to chat, like, you really adorned
but i keep it a stack, really pe$o is torn
see you, i thwack, no need for a form
i came from that bad, you ain’t even poor
i’m usually mad, but nowadays soar
i’m reppin’ yo’ way, then maybe some more
my b*tch in the bed, my b*tch irl, my sh*t cut and dry, no need for a spell
won’t say “i’m a god”, but look at my actions, sky hit the floor, might raise me h*ll
ground by his neck, you a halloween prop, bro thought he god, but he really enel
you didn’t listen, so now, when you whinin’ and b*tchin’, the only response “lol”
look on luck and you never gon’ see you a chicken, i’m stackin’ and flippin’ these vocals, adele
i got that chip on my shoulder, my enemies cordial, they know when it’s business that pe$o sell
me and ben frank in the backseat held, got a issue, got a mission, send koopa sh*ll (send koopa sh*ll)
i ain’t never been a b*tch, i ain’t never really fail
i ain’t never been a switch, i ain’t never been a snail
i ain’t never been a snitch, i ain’t never been a sell
i ain’t never lane switch, i just focus and prevailed
i ain’t never hit, miss, i ain’t ever been bailed
i am ever dismissed, have ’em checked like mail
i ain’t never seen this, ‘lotta talk, but he frail
‘lotta this, lotta that, but the target is veiled, uh
i got a diss with the target as well, they want me to tell
boy, it’s pe$o pete toji, i smack ’em and go crazy
man, it’s pe$o pete gojo, i’ll reverse the flow state
guess it’s pe$o kenjaku, i stay on they whole brain
pe$o takaba, i laugh to the god d*mn bank
jit talkin’ that fake smoke based off cap, i don’t entertain that sh*t or hear it
“hey, bro, what you think of them lyrics?”: what pe$o say to the mirror, b*tch, “i’m peerless”
y’all on weird sh*t, domain expansion, call it “higuruma”, y’all need to hear it
y’all on weird sh*t, domain expansion, call it “sukuna”, sp*ce might clear it
y’all on weird sh*t, call up inumaki, tuna, salmon, y’all ain’t hear ’em
b*tch, i’m like sanji in that kitchen, you got that beef, and i god d*mn sear it
i*i got that heat, carolina reaper
i got that heat for a god d*mn reason, hahahahaha
that’s the one clip challenge if li’l bro wanna do treason
now he lookin’ like choso, he can’t stop leakin’
boy, i’m feelin’ like todo, one clap, he ain’t breathin’*breathin’, breathin’

- peo pete lyrics

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