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raad factory - ground syndrome lyrics

welcome to copenhagen, place where nothing is fakin’
politics mistaken, stereo’s raping
fly’s meditaing, people eaten bacon
buzzes and trains are almost always too late ‘then
i gotta find a way to survive
but the vibe of mine isn’t fly enough to get by
and why do i keep myself trapped in the past
but won’t escape even if the pressure eats me alive
block on my shoulders, world’s getting colder
older, but only my rappin’ won’t be over
’til i don’t like “echoes”, ’til i get raped by pedos
’til the b-ss kills headphones, ’til my rappin’ explodes
’til my body’s dead bones
while my rolley-apple stop my voice and give me stress, oh
and for now, i do not wanna give up
not before people call me savior of hiphop
i’m a ‘good kid’ in a ‘mad city’
runnin’ from peer pressure and fake hom(i)es with fatalities
sorrounded by n-gg-s who’s only for -ss/t-tties
instead of helping people with no home and bad kidneys
and be themselves, own role, that’s cool
here for the action, help risin’ the westcoast
“i sag my pants until my -ss shows”
and going through tough times, only the best knows
sometimes, not fun, when you’re drunk b-mping pink
drugs and alcohol won’t make you think
we have faith ‘n feelings, we just care for drinks
as the girls left the good guys and rather goes out with the pr-cks
their d-cks are smaller than cheetos
their acts’ worse than kanye’s ego
their lifes is; be lazy for work, b-mping migos
so i spit out ’til the b-tches prefer emos

the rap game sucks now, as first
of these wack-sses, i even prefer
soulja boy, o.t., and fred durst
cause these mcs gave me aids and a curse
of tastelessness, a hit with a nurse
and a time’s more painful than dying of thirst
bad thug wannabees, and not only one good verse
lots of motherf-cking wack but only calling the worst
you’re really wack, mr. ‘wetty fap’
all i hear is tarded men crying over your sh-tty tracks
you are a r-t-rd, you’ve been your whole life
meet me and my verbal skills’ll make you blind on both eyes
kanye, why did you leave your teddybear?
did you lost it and didn’t find it anywhere?
your old sh-t makes me cry heavy tears
i don’t know why any beside me will just make it clear
drake, you’re fake, overrated like cake
hope you get raped by the rake, for f-ck’s sake
too wack lines for real music could ever make
too wack of an mc my ears could ever take
nicki, you’re the corniest of ’em all
i hope you get knocked out by a f-cking tall brawl
you’re a fake sl-tty b-tch, you even show it
don’t want more of it, cause you’re wax and you know it, so blow it
c-nts, you want and try but cannot defeat me
hoes, i know you try but can’t beat me
i’ll sh-t and pee-pee on your bling-bling, spit on your yeezys
don’t care about if it’s a sin, killing y’all’s easy
give up golddiggers, do any of you ever wonder
lyrics nor originality, no ways to keep you under-
ground syndrome, trappers this is your end
“i still hate y’all n-gg-s and i can’t pretend”

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