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jose angel galvan – twenty minutes lyrics

[verse 1]
come take a trip into my own brain
just came to witness my whole day
come to see what’s inside this loud mine
come let’s leave and ride right outside
beware you might find a surprise from this tough little life
but if you look up high
then back down
is where you’ll see me in the underground
you might think every day i wonder how
ima make it thunder loud
till the day i’m outer out
to the pro mainstream
with b-tches, riches, and gold plate rings
but nah, i really don’t care who f-cks with my sh-t
i don’t go and do it just for the cl!cks
i do it because i get a tough little cl!ck
it’s all very fun
that’s all i really want

as much as i want chaidez to f-ck off this time and if he doesn’t and keeps bugging
he’ll get sunken fast like lightning
till the day he understands and
then i’ll lumber hang him

with an irish foreign reel
while i bump some lauryn hill
but before i k!ll
i’ll od him with some storage pill
grab his face and replace chaidez eyelids with some orange peels
(ayo ignore him. chill)
nah dawg, the f-cking war is real
(hold up did he just rhyme with orange)

yes i did
i’m the best i’m in
so get your next to kin
and your best of friends
go check on him
make sure they’re okay
cuz once this mexican goes and rage there is no way
they’ll survive. you can only be so safe

i just wanna be dead
you know what goes in my little head
lemme just say that if you go back to the beginning and witness that thinking of sinning
and suicide
i joke to cope but i just want to go shoot and die

nah just kidding
am going to smack my shrink and
i like living and breathing
so no way in h-ll that i’m leaving
let me tell you my confession
i’ll make fun of suicide depression
just because they’re an easy target
i’m a sleazy marksman
that’ll feed your carc-ss
to a bleeding walrus
right after i go and clean the garbage
(cough cough young drippy b-tch)

i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself
i’m not trying to make him feel like h-ll
he’s just too easy to roast
especially when he goes preaching and boast
now when it comes to this skeezy lil rose
i could give a simple acknowledgement
but why do that when my polished pen
would demolish him
now since you tipped toed around my name
and spit a sh-t flow i’m just saying
you’re p-ssy -ss only dissed me for 20 seconds
i could give you a heavy lesson
in half the time but i don’t want to degrade you
i want to cremate you
and have your loose face drilling
so i’ll pound you two straight minutes

really? your best bar was calling me c-sh-t
i mean sh-t, you didn’t tell me the track was gonna be sh-t
i almost threw up, i feel seasick
man, all you did was talk about how you’re gonna be leaving our blood leaking
man, watch the f-cking words that you’re speaking
they could backfire
you called us “wanna be rappers” what a bad liar
you no views having -ss b-tch
you ended up just rapping bad, sh-t
you were just trying to get mad traffic
you named the track a “bag challenge”
now that’s tragic

your song “machinealo” sounds like a sh-t stain of reggaeton
leave before you go walking one-legged home

i’ll stick a knife through
your sh-tty nine views
hold up, you got nine views?
so no one even heard what this baby’s popping
you called me a f-cking slim shady copy
so don’t make me mgk your beefing career
no one knew who you were, so let’s not make history start repeating here
you gonna take on us three? rosie, you lying for sure
why do you sound like you shy in your flows
who the f-ck are you? it’s like i’m fighting a ghost
i told everyone about you to make sure you ain’t dying alone
now here’s another shot flying to go
to your little mind and dome
now everyone is gathering, wishing to witness the public execution
of your human life. you being euthanized is this subjects best solution

oh my god this f-cking queer
ain’t nothing dope that you busting here
you might be dissing here
but know you’re just inferior
i am a living fear
the very own satan’s disciple
here to snipe you with a gold-plated rifle
now listen here
you f-cking sack of sh-t
i already bagged the drip
so don’t make me have to go and smack you, b-tch
go ahead, go and grab your clique
i’m just hoping that
you just know in fact
i’m still holding back
yeah, b-tch, this ain’t even the half of it

slim shady copy? sure i guess you’re right
hold up. let’s go ahead and test your might. go and check your rhymes
you see? i’d rather sound like one of the best alive
like the godd-mn greats
than sound like a mexican getting that late
to his esl cl-ss at eight
b-tch the caravan is thataway
rosie, you can ask for all the attention with a p-ssion
you can go and claim you do all that action
but you’ll never catch me lacking
but when you put together a track
decide whether to rap
in spanish
that stupid -ss accent had me laughing

are you hearing me?
how do you want me to take you seriously? when you make a threat, but mumble your words
in your sh-tty -ss bundle of work that you’ve gone to rehe-rs-
now thinking you’re the sh-t since no one cares about your timid music
no one pays attention, no one even listens to it
you have no ap on your -ss forcing you to take it down
i finally gave you the all attention your cried for, now make it out
you got offended by my track more than craig
what a b-tch
your hook was really “suck my d-ck”?
b-tch, cut that sh-t
you know i’m actually glad you noticed my track got taken down
oh my god. my f-cking first stan has been forsaken now
ima make a song and then delete em
but a least when i make songs people actually see em
but if you would delete every song of yours
n0body would notice or care for your body of work
matter fact. even if you died
n0body would even cry
no one would be mourning you
this is the last time that i’ll warning you

now what was i saying
oh like i said
if you try to get inside my head
good luck, it’s under twelve locks
you’ll need to shoot h-ll shots
my skull might be dull and hard to focus like a bison
but it can’t even be broken by a physic
i’ll do this lonely and be the only man. i need no sidekick
i can’t stop the heat once i light it
so one last time, man, back off chaidez

yeah
this beat i stole
was already sold
f-ck the producer, neither of us is getting paid
there i said it. i’ll give him no credit. i’m letting the rage
out, aloud because of the fact that i’m allowed
so one last time
f-ck the producer
i’ll lay you down and hide your body inside the bushes just like a shooter
i swear my friends are the ones holding my tremendous words
i’m this close to calling everybody every offensive slur
every racist blur every hatred burst

i don’t even need to try, sk!ll is through
that shoots like light. i peel the roof
i write with my eyes sealed it’s true
i see no rapper in my field of view
back to the best of business
cop just went to check the k!lling
i’m sorry, officer. i confess i did
i need no effort. i already have plenty given
it’s time to test the limits
if you don’t think i’m the best in this sh-t
that’s okay, i don’t care what the rest is thinking
i don’t care how many listen
if i go gold, double wood, doesn’t make a difference
just know i wrote this sh-t in less than twenty minutes

[outro]
also, if my favorite ap, mr. chaidez is listening to this just know i did not mean a single word i said about you. it was all a metaphor to represent how mad i was at you and annoyed for you making me take the first track down. so please do not make me take this one down too. pretty please? also, i did not write this like in twenty minutes, it was more like ten minutes. i just said that because “twenty minutes” rhymes with “plenty given”

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