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i got nothing to prove! - stormprice lyrics

[intro]
(ant1*04d1nary)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
shut the f*ck up n*gga, you not my friend
i was better off in the motherf*ckin’ den
yeah, i hate everybody, won’t come to the end
yeah, i’ll break your elbow, stay in bed
i knock, now, b*tch i’m comin’ in (mathias)
yeah i rip that blade, now let it spin
the illuminati’s stalkin’ me ’cause i got too many bodies
and everybody’s watchin’ me ’cause i’m a paranoia freak
generic rappers copy me and then they f*ckin’ jocky me
and then they act like we are friends, we are not friends, yeah, yeah
i got crabs with p*n*s of lobsters
choppa gon’ hit ’em like a motherf*ckin’ mopper
claire, you couldn’t care deal with the cops hurt
hide a motherf*ckin’ body in the motherf*ckin’ locker
donatin’ to tricks that b*tch in my concert
she kick my b*lls like it’s motherf*ckin’ soccer
i guess that’s what happens when you engage in c*ck and ball torture
yeah, my guns come from mexico, my choppa do not speak your language
yeah, i smoke on this pack to release all this pain, b*tch it’s true
b*tch i’m takin’ a chain in the middle of arby’s
i’m rippin’ yo’ ‘part like a motherf*ckin’ barbie
guess you could say i’m a little alarmin’
yeah, i hate everyone so call it “everybody”
man i guess that’s karma, you motherf*ckin’ die
yeah, these bullets be f*ckin’, these bullets be flyin’
yeah, i’m sippin’ a pack i keep on supplyin’
i k!ll you with this tac, you n*ggas stay flyin’
nah that’s cap, n*gga i’m lyin’, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah

[verse 2]
the p*n*s is on fire from the burning
your mom is a f*ggot
yeah, b*lls stay saggin’
put a tentacle inside yo’ b*tch like the kraken
b*tch i’m fire like a motherf*ckin’ dragon, make face make way
yuh, b*tch, i’ll bite and i’m not g*y
yeah, s*xuality’s for nerds
your gender is a t*rd
i light my p*n*s on fire to watch it burn down

[outro]
(it’s time to kick ass)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
shut the f*ck up n*gga, you not my friend
i was better off in the motherf*ckin’ den
yeah, i hate everybody, won’t come to the end
yeah, i’ll break your elbow, stay in bed
i knock, now, b*tch i’m comin’ in (mathias)
yeah i rip that blade, now let it spin
the illuminati’s stalkin’ me ’cause i got too many bodies
and everybody’s watchin’ me ’cause i’m a paranoia freak
generic rappers copy me and then they f*ckin’ jocky me
and then they act like we are friends, we are not friends, yeah, yeah
i got crabs with p*n*s of lobsters
choppa gon’ hit ’em like a motherf*ckin’ mopper
claire, you couldn’t care deal with the cops hurt
hide a motherf*ckin’ body in the motherf*ckin’ locker
donatin’ to tricks that b*tch in my concert
she kick my b*lls like it’s motherf*ckin’ soccer
i guess that’s what happens when you engage in c*ck and ball torture
yeah, my guns come from me—

- stormprice lyrics

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