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hatred - sketchyt lyrics

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[verse1:$ketchy t]

f-ck it take this heat you are weak i can never stress it enough

take of you chains and we can square up

smoking some potent i am just a patient that’s striving for greatness

craving for some cabbage i go supper sayin i sleep sound in the bas-m-nt spray the paint

f-ck you say you lil duck shut you beak you are f-cking weak sh-t stain

who takes bribes probably lies to his own mother

how not funny that the world is going dummy i am trolling and prowling howling up at the moons

i am with the goons we burning on some fruity

rubing on my baby’s booty what a beauty complete all my proper duty’s

zooty with my hottie roll around in a bugatti i chop you karate i’m chilling with scotty

so f-ck paparazzi

under the overp-ss burn a bag of gr-ss graffiti i’m beating your -ss

so rotten my tummy just rumbles the drugs got me slowly just dying coming out the creak that’s why my name sketchy t

[chorus $ketchy t]

picture a crescent moon howellin at it like a fool what the f-ck you thinking lil dude

[verse 2:$ketchy t]

all i do is smoke the boof no cap probably rolled it better than you

who you think you foolin you ain’t coolin

f-ck you lame aiming for your head rolling either you dead or you hiding

breaking necks heads go missing

getting them checks

and i’m running from the feds bounce of with no problem rolling full throttle

cutthroat no joke it’s raining blood when i’m done particles they hit the floor

filling graves watching goblins k!ll what is the deal spitting nasty sh-t abused bathed in crime

sparking the flower devour my third eye wide you are blind but they hate me no play on the radio

still i’m chilling in the bowls of h-ll im so delighted just to end it all and k!ll griping on some steal

you a lame i’m running game no label f-ck boys sacrificed i am not saficed

broken hearts broken dreams made me mean as f-ck used to being buck going back to the money dummy

let me p-ss on your lip while i spit crazy sh-t leave your brain all lazy permanent pleasure creeping in the cellar

cold but i’m bold you always hated because your so old but i’m blowin like some dynamite hoe

[chorus $ketchy t]

picture a crescent moon howellin at it like a fool what the f-ck you thinking lil dude

[verse 3:lafamilia]

i’m that n-gga matt pack this trey 8 slug
wood grain cadillac in my hood its called buck

a musty pack in the trunk and a pistol grip pump
and i ain’t ever love no b-tch i’m just here to f-ck

dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
hitech jolly rancher then i mix it with sprite

30 hang like a noose i ain’t making no truse if your looking for your woadie just check out the news

- sketchyt lyrics

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