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claas - dead to me lyrics

[intro]
this is godsynth!

[chorus: claas]
see they don’t want the drama, this is not a game
i keep it underground and i am quite insane
so keep on with the bullsh+t, i’ma let it spray like
bang! bang! bang! y’all are dead to me!
these rappers wearin’ dresses, why they actin’ g+y?
y’all ain’t f+ckin’ with the kid and i don’t f+ckin’ play
i speak with bullets, if i pull it, i’ma let ’em say
bang! bang! bang! y’all are dead to me!
[verse 1: big slack]
i roll up slow, take my time with the blunt
and then i roll up slow and take my time with the pump
get out of line, i’ma slump your body right in the trunk
so f+ck this theme, it’s dead to me, it’s time to livеn it up
my southern cousin known as steele, he thе man with the shine
but these p+ssies ain’t the wheel, they just demandin’ the shine
it’s mr. handle+the+nine, the savage animal type
that’s keepin’ mercury in retrograde and planets in line
somebody’s lips so soft, they get broke off like a cookie
online they gangster as f+ck, in person poppin’ they p+ssy
got that ball time sloshing if you plotting to jook me
yeah, she walkin’ on that ouija board while talking to tookie
no crippin’ but steady dippin’ down them backstreets slow
i let them rap beefs go still strapped with the bat beats though
on a mission with the message, let them rap fiends know
that your boy’s unforgettable, call me slack king cole (that’s cold!)

[chorus: claas]
see they don’t want the drama, this is not a game
i keep it underground and i am quite insane
so keep on with the bullsh+t, i’ma let it spray like
bang! bang! bang! y’all are dead to me!
these rappers wearin’ dresses, why they actin’ g+y?
y’all ain’t f+ckin’ with the kid and i don’t f+ckin’ play
i speak with bullets, if i pull it, i’ma let ’em say
bang! bang! bang! y’all are dead to me!
[verse 2: claas]
yeah! time to hit ’em with ridiculousness
you are witnessing the rebirth of that vicious nick
i’m a viking on a mission to go fix this sh+t
raps that need a murder so i leave no witnesses
spit the sickest sh+t!
yeah! time for revival so course i’m screamin’ out f+ck them!
catch ’em like i’m negan and hit ’em with the bat, blooding
make ’em look like glenn until i beat ’em to nothing
middle fingers up and tellin’ them all to suck me
never been bluffin, i’m huntin’ but they all duck me
i’ll go and splatter a face ’til it’s disgusting
wicked sh+t’s what i’m bumping! squeeze a spine ’til i crush it!
come on! y’all better go and try and do something
all these sh+tty ass rappers are f+cking blushing (bye bye!)
yeah, i’m eatin’ these rappers, call it a luncheon
then shake the haters off my shoulders, b+tch i’m rushing (yeah!)
must be a detective ’cause these rap b+tches are suspect

[chorus: claas]
see they don’t want the drama, this is not a game
i keep it underground and i am quite insane
so keep on with the bullsh+t, i’ma let it spray like
bang! bang! bang! y’all are dead to me!
these rappers wearin’ dresses, why they actin’ g+y?
y’all ain’t f+ckin’ with the kid and i don’t f+ckin’ play
i speak with bullets, if i pull it, i’ma let ’em say
bang! bang! bang! y’all are dead to me!
[verse 3: mcnastee]
murder by numbers, i’m a mathematician
that’s why more cats is missing
watch the body count multiply with mad additions, extract your chillings
divide your insides with precision, incisions by seconds, they vision
is to leave these politicians in a pool of sh+t past decomposition
let the maggots consume them and here’s the irony
bottom feeders feeding bottom feeders violently
they take and take and take and take and they give nothing back
until they’re pushing up daisies here in my cul+de+sac
pass the nine, pass the knife sending factions to the afterlife
my passion is blasting these rappers on site
your passion is fashion and dang, it’ll bite
mad sh+t was fly game i like with the lights
mac out the window, i laugh at the light
that’s ’cause it’s a gas and the gas come alive
in a shower of sh+lls where you cannot survive
motherf+cker, thirteen is the gang
eighty seven percent of perpetrators can’t hang
perps who infiltrated by raining on my parade
catch as the shade as the gauges go bang bang bang

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