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3-15 – don’t look lyrics

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don’t look
3-15

//chorus//
//don’t look under my bed
don’t look in my closet
don’t look in my head
these images, i cosset

mom would be upset
the smell’s begun to reek
but i just can’t help it;
these other guys too weak

i love to k!ll ’em off. x2
these other guys guys too weak; rhymin’ single syllables//

1st verse:
i think y’all wanna see me fail
and end up a dishwasher or somethin’, huh?
m-th-f-ckas better wish it true
i think it’s cause i’ve gotten better than most around town
and i lose ya on a track;
is you finally realizin’ that the b-tch is you?
perhaps you’re p-ssed off cause you’re losin’ to a nerdy kid that watched too much anime
o tal vez es porque yo tengo poder de dos idiomas, rápido; aver, guey -andale
pardon my french; sometimes i get carried away
you wouldn’t be dealin’ with me had death dared me to stay
otherwise i’d’a took that blade and be buried today
but guess what; the lord don’t want me and lucifer’s got way too much use for me
i suppose that ain’t much for comfort, but for my day one fans, that’s news relief
i’m here to stay, and f-ck anyone that thinks that i won’t make it
i could care less if i don’t, as long as everybody knows i take a beat and slay it
i’m cerberus, zeus, and hades all in one, but you can call me typhon
i get into a zone, and become another ent-ty than my form’s norm when the mic’s on
then the fight’s on, and i’ll be d-mned if i let any bygones be bygones
i’m a superior breed with a furious need for the kingdom; you’re better off to die, p-wn
my mom; the reason why i’m always goin’ off like a pipe bomb
i’m raw; lines i’m, twistin’ when i’m spittin’ from my writtens got you trippin’ tryna get up on a mountain you could never even climb on
my god
i should really cool down ‘fore my hot head get me into trouble
but y’all deaf to a real spitta; p-sses me off more than a bunny after s-x tryna cuddle

//chorus//
//don’t look under my bed
don’t look in my closet
don’t look in my head
these images, i cosset

mom would be upset
the smell’s begun to reek
but i just can’t help it;
these other guys too weak

i love to k!ll ’em off. x2
these other guys guys too weak; rhymin’ single syllables//