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heat - real lyrics

now i’m in this f*ckin’ booth still getting under your skin
and if i shoot ya’ it’s still suicide my friend
i produced this beat, fortified my defense
the look douce and horrified i guess they’re feeling repent
i educe my pen like sword like i’m slim
i boost my sin by k!lling youth like government
i shoot for the stars stepping on your stylohyoid ligament
truth is i’m coming for you r*t*rds, protect ya’ neck (wu)
your style on sheet was cascading rather than solid so you got caught up in a gird
it feels you always sneeze while you rap cause you always skip a beat now i’m in hazmat suit with a mothaf*cking kit
l!ck the b*lls, this ain’t no children story snitch you ain’t no sl!ck rick
b*tch with those raps you say you’re fly, i’mma shut you down, no fly zone that’s a trick trick
‘fore you pick my d*ck like a stick go, gogo with that fat ass on this beat

this sh*t is dark as f*ck, i gotta level up
i’mma carnage with a thud, even satan’s duck
apart from these fake thugs, i meditate like a monk
ouija mat, huh, that’s the devil’s home

[bridge]

pop pop pop pop pop pills
someone’s talking to me even though i can’t see him
someone’s watching me all the way man i can feel him
red eyes and h*rns on his head, it can’t be him
i’ll k!ll myself if i fail to do it
how many bodies will i make still just to prove it
how many stories will they spill of how i grilled
these lil’ elf (pow, pow) and how i influenced
my ragefull lyrics are always overlooked
like crooked catching bodies in the corner, someone call an ambulance
you’ll never know his story cause to these brainwashed heads he’s an impudent

f*ck isis b*tch i’m in my own a f*cking terror squad i intend no pun
r.i.p, suckers, step to me, if my pen k!lls you then i admit that i carry big guns
i’mma a man, reasons i give none
when i fail, but next time i’ll come back with a maximum thrust
even if take a big l and drop from top , even if i take a shot i’ll grab a platinum plus
hit’em backstabber with a jab to nuts
they wag and yap and dab when i fall short of words
i’m glad when i get mad i grab craig and hid it’s must
i zap or frag these rap f*ggots with a bust
i’m f*cking despicable cause i keep murdering beats
every syllables rhymes unpredictably, competing me is like sitting on a bicycle with no seat
you f*cking with the original i’ll make you l!ck my genitials
if you want heat

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