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castro the savage - the gutter lyrics

[verse 1: castro the savage]

i hit rock bottom, with nothing to lose
on course to act a fool, or pack my jewels
start goin’ apesh+t on the next man
you got (?) enough, start embracin’ the hate
wanna taste my blood, to see if i’m breathing
with a gun to my head, it’ll be fun to be dead
and i got a little shorty, who loves her daddy
almost as much as her daddy loves forties(?)
scared of heights about to plummet to earth
planted face first in a bed of red dirt
spark a “l” while i’m rockin’ (?)
figure out how i’m goin’ to get paid committing date rape
never knew how much i had until i lost it
my girl took my guns and locked ’em in a closet(?)
everybody still banging on thе door
all i want is solace from a sharp metal object
i’m tryna keep kids from gеttin’ f+cked up
but if you all keep yappin’ i’mma nail your trap shut
you said you’d keep the faith(?) (?) burnin’
you don’t believe me n+gga? take it from the worm king!

[verse 2: cage (alex the worm king)]

my brain’s so sick from my imagination
run out and pull some heinous sh+t then paint you the ill+stration
and i got a little girl that i made with my d+ck
couldn’t wait the nine months so it six, i’ll (?) the other b+tch
the way i live my life’s a horror fl!ck
b+tches always screaming “blood!” then coast(?) all sh+t
(?) get the re+up, then call(?) them for that (?)
exercised all my demons with free weights
laugh at r+t+rds, and keep cards
banging trash can lids together in an enteral sleep ward
smack the biggest motherf+cker in his face kid
and i hope he got a gun
cus i’m lookin to get wasted
d+ckriders, it’s time to saddle up
battle f+cks, then i drink jack and tackle some sl+ts
what you drankin’ b+tch? let me bum the smoke
and while she’s in her purse, castro, catch the rum and coke(?)
[verse 3: castro the savage]

i hope you ain’t takin’ this sh+t for a joke
cus when i’m broke, i aim a bike spoke at your wife’s throat
take whatever, leave her corpse for the weathermen
spin where i (?) the club, with the gentlemen
who am i to judge or be judged?
gettin’ smoked out in the lab, watchin’ reruns
got my son’s name tatted on my right arm
keep me from slashin’ my wrists, who you asking b+tch?
enough talk, it’s time to start acting
can’t get paid rappin’, so i’m slashin’
open up your mind for a minute
rolled this spy guy(?) for a few bucks to buy guiness (style)
open up the bottle with my t++th
spit blood in the street
get drunk, and go handle beef
word to life, another crazy white boy
with a death wish
sound dead(?) grippin’ on her necklace
spittin’ truth from the gave to the youth
showin’ you there’s much more to life than a gold tooth
you can hate all you want but there’s a reason why
scrutiny, rhymes with mutiny
twenty bars and you still don’t know
put your faith in your foe, see how far you go
i hope you make it up from the gutter
cus there ain’t no elbow room, motherf+cker! (hah!)

- castro the savage lyrics

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