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daniel monroe - the poacher lyrics

[intro]
“don’t f+ck with me!”
shut the f+ck up
this might be the pettiest thing i’ve ever done
but i don’t feel bad about it, not at all
so let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

[verse]
i’ma smoke this texan and his emotional investment
h+rnet+infested nest strapped with explosive meth
a breaking bad wholesome death on a kino der toten set
this virgo ho is dead inside his suburban homestead
i’m taking nightbreed, that’s right motherf+cker, so bite me
i might need to put it right where it needs to be
i already went overboard on this rap rollercoaster
so why don’t you lean a little closer and listen to the poacher?
i’m pullin’ the gun, shinin’ the laser, and aimin’ it right ahead
i’m puttin’ a dot on ya head, poppin’ the lead, droppin’ where you stand
f+ck with monroe, promise you all i’ll be taking your sk!ll
playing “keep+a+way”, either way, i keep the rhyme very still
i hop in the car, it’s the yellow jacket, i’m ready to k!ll
shinin’ the red dot on all the haters and the words they spill
if somebody was commentin’ on your page with the bullsh+t
my time was a fake story and ironic for me, pull that sh+t
pop ’em in the mouth and dropping ’em off in the trunk of my car
i’m takin’ ’em far to a place where i get out and park
bury the body deep in the woods in the night, under the stars
while their soul floats up and shatter into cosmic shards
i’m chilling, feeling the moment, just takin’ it in
your adultery is a parasite, an insatiable addictive sin
takin’ a hit of the pipe, but i don’t want no smoke in my lungs
i cum every time that i murder, i’d be getting it done
a wannabe artist with lyrical methods, who wanna be battlin’
stabbin’ the b+tches, creatin’ a sicker establishment
that’s how i be feelin’ inside and i’m startin’ confusion
popping ’em all in the chest ’til their hearts are oozing
making a mess of their tattoos, it’s hard for you not to be losing
you’re ready to die tonight when i hop in the booth
grabbin’ the mic, now you start to finally see
what i said before and i’m fittin’ lyrics to the right speed
you’re nothing to me, and i’m proving it now
so you better be backin’ it up from the way that i do it now
easily murderin’ anyone stepping into my path
come with tactical ammo, loadin’ it up in the gun, and ready to blast
sprinkle the bodies all over the ground
i promise you, man, gonna wanna ask who did it and how
if somebody’s snitchin’, i’m gonna murder you
pull out my d+ck, stick it in your b+tch, and hurting her too
making her cum while screaming, i can’t stop, she kept on beggin’
the deeper i get, the wetter she’ll be getting
she wants to marry you, but then your life will be contesting
you keep on running your mouth, you ain’t bestin’ me
it’s plain and clear, you are scared of me
yellow, monroe, hoppin’ on the mic to bury
the competition, carry the coffin like pallbearers
this motherf+ckin’ wolf can’t walk with shepherds
chopping ’em up, lockin’ ’em up, with the same bland+ass style
old like a polaroid with a washed+up camera angled smile
hop on the court and shakin’ this veteran down
after three swishes in the net, i’m better than you now
my trophy is your head sitting on my shelf
are you feeling the song? i expect you to get help
i’m bringin’ the vicious versatility and now you’re singing it
i’m taking this beef to new levels since the beginning of it
who are you rebels? thinkin’ you’re bringin’ it better than mine?
screw you devils, i’m gonna be making you cry
back then, i was so hyped when you were rapping so fast
now after reading your lines like normal bars, i never knew you were that trash
[outro]
i would punch you in the f+cking face, thinking that i’m a fool
maybe someone can tell this b+tch to clean up his f+cking room, hahaha
talking about… you’re on your grind
b+tch, you ain’t got a f+cking job, had to sell a lot of equipment to pay rent
f+ckin’ bum
you know, cj was right about you
about telling people like me that i’m too scared to play games and using my job as an excuse for not going on
if you were like me, you too would’ve understand
so how did i do?
while you were listening from your monitor with f+cking pokémon decorations on it, even though you never watch the anime
f+ckin’ sissy
anyways, i’ll holler at you later and i’ll see you online

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