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the legend of the thugeater - wettworker lyrics

thugeater bump speakers
get greedy make it easy for them reapers
i freely punk sneaky bum tweakers
try to jump me for my sneakers and i grease ’em easy ’til they meetin’ speedy heat seekers
thugeater bump speakers
get greedy make it easy for them reapers
i freely punk sneaky bum tweakers
try to jump me for my sneakers and i grease ’em еasy ’til they meetin’ speedy heat seekers
y’all don’t know mе
blow me on codeine
i ain’t keepin’ this
give it to kids in mezzanines
i’m prometheus of promethazine
the basher of the bullies
packin’ fullies for ’em police
and i’m sick of that so kick back and spit that unconscious rap
f*ckin’ like a rabbit
automatic habit
f*ckin’ thin women in these motels
never tragic
stackin’ magic ’cause the dope sells
i’m not an addict i just like the way that coke smells
if you got a b*tch
give her a goodbye kiss though
y’all dead like disco
she’ll be missin’ ya unlike me with the pistol
frontin’ hard but can’t back it
these rappers with stacks are hacks but can’t hack it
there’s slack in your mack
got a rap, still strapped, get slapped and clapped if you talk the part but can’t act it
every titanic feel gigantic ’til you knock ’em to the bottom of the atlantic
show the strap now they panickin’
frozen in they tracks like a mannequin
don’t know how to act like anakin
ello to your m*o
m*m*y
spread them thighs
make a tsunami warm
ammo my m.o.,
firearms to the sky like the limbs of johnny storm
so reach for the sky
i need a piece of the pie
you want some peace in this life?
gotta grab a piece and a knife
i’m the dumb one with guns
gettin’ high but keep it on the low
my oh my, these girlies wanna cum
but they never wanna go
crime works and it pays
i spend my days blazin’ purp in a haze
ain’t been murked for days
rest assured ‘ready made your girl squirt on your grave
frontin’ hard but can’t back it
these rappers with stacks are hacks but can’t hack it
there’s slack in your mack
got a rap, still strapped, get slapped and clapped if you talk the part but can’t act it
frontin’ hard but can’t back it
these rappers with stacks are hacks but can’t hack it
there’s slack in your mack
got a rap, still strapped, get slapped and clapped if you talk the part but can’t act it
i move traffic
got an automatic in the attic to remove a goof and prove graphic
spittin’ facts on tracks to the max
pay the tax or take an axe
wettworker movin’ sacks like:
[sax solo]

aw sh*t, get fantano on the phone
if he wearin’ that red flannel he gonna stab him in the dome
give him lip
it’s broken bones
he liftin’ sticks and throwin’ stones and stackin’ up the dough as he trappin’ up ya home, yo
better believe
i’m never seein’ defeat
try to intervene with me and your wife’ll bereave
if i let you survive
you’d have met the regime
to spend the rest of your life connected to a machine
let’s go

heart is vacant so i go
to party places slangin’ blow
i’m garden raising, sell and grow
and hottie chasing, bang ’em slow
the shotty quaking, make ’em know
and body baggin’, taking tolls
the laws i’m breaking tag ya toe:
the thugeater

art is famous, making dough
the n*e*y is the m.o.,
i’m sharking payments, sell a loan
i’m smart and hated, venom flow
i’m scarred and shameless, let ’em know
the narcs and vagrants yelling “no!”
are parting nameless, tell the chrome:
the thugeater
talent, glory, a large c*ck
i’m the valedictorian of the school of hard knocks
f*ck a bad b*tch, naw
i want the worst one
by the time verse one is done i have you wish you weren’t a person
i’m takin’ them out
i put they face in the mud
if my name out your mouth
i replace it with blood
’cause it’s get hard, get tuckin’, or get murdered
get martyred f*ckin’ with the wettworker
let’s go

art is famous, making dough
the n*e*y is the m.o.,
i’m sharking payments, sell a loan
i’m smart and hated, venom flow
i’m scarred and shameless, let ’em know
the narcs and vagrants yelling “no!”
are parting nameless, tell the chrome:
the thugeater
aw sh*t, be cautious
he flawlessly obnoxious
wallet*less your pockets
these goddesses go topless
talk is toxic with how hot these bars are
it’s how i got these pictures of me nardwuar upon my armoire
watch this
he raw sh*t
he nauseous in ya mosh pits
watch this
unconscious
they aiming to brainwash us
watch this
he brought missile launchers to your caucus
to put your god into a hospice..

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