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mads veslelia - killing season lyrics

[hook]
guess who’s back and knocking
nothing stopping mads from rocking
and i get it, i ain’t fucking around
cause everybody knows mv hold it down
guess who’s back and knocking
nothing stopping mads from rocking
and i get it, i ain’t fucking around
cause everybody knows mv hold it down

[verse 1]
sup everybody, name is mads, nice to meetcha
i’ve came to feature the future, i’m here to find your leader
cause they been telling you lies and messing minds to bleach yah
they plagiarize and make you blind to what is right beneath yah
society’s fucking dumbed down for a reason
k!lling children while you chilling with kardashians
and i got past the fence, i’m here to smash, commence
the attack on the rats, get back, click clack
i’m banging at braggers, i came from past to presence
stop dabbing and blabbing about a b-st-rd in benz
if they ain’t rapping with p-ssion, get up and snatch all their pens
we need some action, real rappers don’t live in mansions, but tiny tents
yep, i got a bomb in the trunk and i’ma pull up on the scene like melania trump
what? (what?) i got no time for them chumps, you get the point and you can join, i got the vibe in my groin
what?

[verse 2]
fuck your feelings, i ain’t feeling at all
fuck opinions, i ain’t giving a thought
fuck i’m living like a villain, no squad
can get a hold of a hawk with claws, no flaws, lyric -ssault
motherfucker, you ain’t down when the beat drops
you just another wack clown acting street smart
i can never bow down for a shit, nah
you ain’t hiphop, and i say that with charisma
ma? did you hear what i said
i just k!lled a couple rappers, they ain’t giving me cred
guess it’s hard to understand the man, a lyrical threat
when i run up on their bed with a machete, beheading their head
yeah, outta nowhere i just popped off, this is sodomy, gotta be, fuck a wank-cloth
i speak audibly, constantly comedy, not monotone
i’m probably a bodily molotov
(oh… fu–)

[verse 3]
stop escalating, you ain’t taking the stairs
you’re not awake in your head, i take you straight to the bed, bae
why you waving your hands? why you shake in your pants? i ain’t aiming at rape, ok?
i stomp my sole on your soul, you think you gold, but you’re mold
this whole planet just got trolled by a pro
you see i’m all in control, yah can’t stand a rape-joke, still mr. grey – boyfriend goals
yeah, we can joke about death, we can joke about meth, regrets, debt
make fun of tourette’s (bl–dy c-nt)
but every year there’s a trend, we make up rules and pretend
that something new is just too over the fence
hypocrites full of shit, this ain’t hits for the kids
you pissed? b-tch, more salty than ritz
and i’m insulting the pigs
so now i guess festivals threw me off of their list, but i’m lit

[outro]
so when i say mads, yah better say what
mads – what
mads – what
when i say mads, yah better say what
mads – what
mads – what
so when i say mads, yah better say what
mads – what
mads – what
and i get it, i ain’t fucking around cause everybody knows mv hold it down

- mads veslelia lyrics

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