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gorejit - explosivebelt lyrics

[verse 1: gorejit]
put a blade thru my vocals
i might air out all these locals
all these kids don’t got no focal
1 tap you just like i’m global
he pay 30 for some vocals
i play controller on mobile
send a c4 straight through postal
now that f+ck boy is immobile
and i know they tryna test me
i got bombs in the motherf+ckin’ backseat
i’ma lay that f+ck boy on the concrete
now i kick in his head like i’m messi
why you talking so much make me wanna f+cking throw up
illegal weapons in pockets if you dare pull up

[verse 2: novision]
i f+cking hate waking up and seeing light in my face
i f+cking hate waking up and see my families face
everyday f+cking p+ssed
at everybody around
b+tch i make music for me and evеrybody who feel the same
you keep wasting time b+tch wе can die in a second
you do not exist we all some mo’ f+cking peasants
i rather die that see my future play off
i’ma take a day off
you f+cking f+ggots back off
you f+cking b+tches back off
[verse 3: zaraki]
tellin’ you b+tch better pipe down
i’m turning this sh+t into smackdown raw
don’t try to play nice when i’m up now
won’t stop till all of my enemies fall
snakes, chop off they head if they reach for my plate
we not the same so i cannot relate
verse say it all when i pour out my pain
n+ggas a mark but he gon’ get erased
ew, ya chicken sh+t
don’t need guns to annihilate ya
hangin’ with the gang and we will slaughter ya
watch out where you walking got a missile strike
inbound, might just make out with your b+tch now
play with her p+ssy like v+smile
keep talkin’ sh+t put the chop in his big mouth
stompin’ him out with a roundhouse kick
shots in the air like a trick shot clip
need to relax poppin’ xan it’s lit
taught your lil’ b+tch how to handle this d+ck
she mrs. smith yeah she handle the stick
smoke up a pack i stay high as a blimp
crackin’ his ass now he walk with a limp
cave dwellin’ ass gon’ revert to a chimp
tootsie inside but this choppa gon’ l!ck
woppin’ your life all it take is a cl!ck
shawty won’t rock with the clique
she can’t get in
give her some lucy to f+ck with her senses
now she so f+cked up can’t finish a sentence
all on her knees when she beg for my essence
beg for my essence b+tch
f+ck up some lucy but i won’t confess it
she say she in love huh? but i’m ralph so i wreck it

- gorejit lyrics

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