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ces cru - witness lyrics

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[intro: godemis]
ces cru
13
get it

[hook: godemis]
n-body really gives a sh-t if i’m in this
the proof is in the pudding, f-ck it god is my witness
with that said, you ain’t gotta get with this
go ahead play your part, sit and swallow with d-ck b-tch
these silly suckers rappin’ need to be lip-less
their center steady cryin’ in the bottomless pit with
the d double e v i l, fo’ sho’
spark a flame to the place, and we out. latch the do’

[verse 1: godemis]
i’m so ill, roadkill on the asphalt
i blast off, it’s an offa’ [?] package of bath salt
my nat [?] caught fire, yeah i’m rappin’ my -ss off
i’m bruce wayne, only when i sh-t wit’ the mask off
the gas cost pennies, there’s plenty to go around
get revenge with the pen, my p-n-c? blow a pound
buck em down rogers, my demons do need handlers
they look the part but they’re much sicker like pee lander
broads scamper when i enter the room
enter the sandman, the devil was too in tune
so i changed frequencies and the diggity’s get nothin’
super-size me, when i eat emcees i’mma glutton
push b-ttons like a secretary with plush pins
all the hatred you feel is necessary is nothin’
f-ck friends, i ain’t compatible with a lot of ya’ll
me, myself and i, don’t sweat it. no, never, not at all

[hook]

[verse 2: godemis]
what does it take to make everyone buy the jam?
do i do another b-mp and then tell you how i am?
i do need the priests or servants to tell me that i be d-mned
i could buck em all down and reload with the slight of hand
right i can. not coach ya’ll outta the minor leagues
everybody’s burnin’ up tryin’ to huddle in my degrees
i’mma need, three feet and a couple of fresh vixens
two shots of jager, some silence and less b-tchin’
mo’ henchmen, the army’s morale is high
band of brothers trained to shoot on whatever’s caught in the eye
i rely on spewin’ the gimmick isn’t the fit
all they wanna hear is bars about b-tches and movin’ bricks
this is it. moon walkin’ on maggots
you’ll never be fly
smoke em if you got em, sh-t even if it’s a re-fry
be my, guest then i guess i gotta get gully
lookin’ down from headed scenery’s bout to get pretty ugly

[hook]



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