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gwizzz - rocksoft lyrics

1st verse:
machete under the seat. expired sticker in the windshield. trying to duck police to make money if not i then k!ll
i ain’t from new york but i live the jungle son. and got to rumble without the tool and k!ll you, my hand are guns
grown men using guns to feel special, these special opp’s ain’t straight. my fist will flip you when i pistol whip you that’s’ how i operate
i’m like a real operate, seal that k!ll for he hesitate. i’m the bomb, gun, trigger, steel, and the green beret
smoother then a ski on ice, -40 with the stash. bladed rusty long machete, jason voorhees with the mask
its an ice cold game ill be a scorcher for the cash. a stick with automatic flames, that’s some torcher for your -ss
so the casket be the back of the chevy, body boxed. body bags in the a basket with the tags, bodyshop
i’m haitian, throw machetes and your -ss, body chop. his limbs off like you claim to do my dread, target locked
like i’m using a ak, and its making your body rock. in the back of your chevralet, where you and you body rot
its a death match with me, so be prepared to live or die. better off to shoot then sue, because your mission’s suicide

talking (mic check) :
h-llo, aaahh sh-t. this dely. i got to punch line the whole thing. this sh-t’s, f-cking me up, throwing me off and sh-t

2nd verse:
designed to hunt and k!ll. beat a c-nt and peel. very savage
matherf-cker’s quick to shoot a gun i had to dodge the ratchet
and the dodges with blue lights
so hot you’ll see mirages. car to raggedy to swerve them, got to find in garages
midnight pitched black and so cold it wasn’t funny. night crawling throw the city picking lock looking for money
i can’t stand to do nothing with my life like i’m a zombie. if you hate me then get off you -ss, quit sucked on your mommy
if you see me keep that dumb sh-t to yourself, f-ck your crying. if you try me might as well take all your anger out cause i am
i got to get my rocks off. or have a threesome with some oriental’s unlit my rock soft. no knock ups or no knock offs
i’m the type that’ll flip a cop off if he’s har-ssing me
don’t give a f-ck who your is just watch how your actions be
you don’t have a reason to be coming and attacking me
so f-ck if you come with bare knuckles or if your packing heat

- gwizzz lyrics

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