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rambo the rapper - intro/ rigamortis pt 2 lyrics

alright, here we go, 12th. real quick, nig

she on her knees like a sinner
i get under y’all n-ggas skin like splinters
cheap but good like a tv dinner
my breath smells like liqour
i pile up ashes, don’t ask for your favorite rapper

(he dead) yessir (amen) chuuch
(he dead) i k!lled him (amen) b-tch

got me feeling like matrix, dodge your bullets like fake sh-t
i try my hardest to be patient, for these n-ggas be vacant
long time ago, d-mn i feel like i’m acient, blast off like a sp-ceship
punctuate to the statement, this hatred i crave it, as i make it
i will eat it and then deny, i’ve done filled my appet-te
i don’t hang around like suicide, i gotta get me a ride
and if i don’t start it with a why, then don’t even reply
lebron when i finish, i only aim for these highlights
24 million eyes on me, i am the spotlight, get it right
stuck staring at my -ss, get outta my headlights
you n-ggas get exterminated you f-cking parasite
i got more room, i can finish it every night
(he dead, amen) that’s what they telling me
white all over my nose, i’m stuck in the seventies
lyrical pistol, c-ck it aind aim at celebrities
bull sh-t for lunch, brown bag, i dont your recipe
may i just pull up at your f-cking residence
stories are cheap and your talking ain’t selling it
gold star, i’m either 1st grade or a f-cking deputy
yeah, keller dont even h-llen me, dont even go telling me
bars dropping on they head unconscious, studio felony
cooking up your talk and i hope that taste lemony (b-tch)

(he dead) yup-yup (amen) i k!lled him
(he dead) ha-ha (amen) amen

she on her knees like a sinner
i get under y’all n-ggas skin like splinters
cheap but good like a tv dinner
my breath smells like liqour
i pile up ashes, don’t ask for your favorite rapper

(he dead) yup-yup (amen) i know
(he dead) for sure (amen) amen

like sonic, i pedal my medal i gotta go faster
i want my bars to touch these kids like the pastor
james harden these rockets i ain’t talking no nasa
i feel like montana and i ain’t talking about hannah
split your b-tch like bannana she drink my c-m like fanta
a free bag of weed i might grant her, she gave me cookies im santa
my diamonds bl!ck and white like a panda, and i got hoes in atlanta
i go really ballistic, ask el chapo i k!ll sh-t, sip promethazine like ill sh-t
i gotta make it a law like i bill it, i ain’t gonna stop till my d-ck size a million
i’m on a money mission, yeah i stay persistent, you in debt need -ssistants
i drop of sh-t like its christmas
realest n-gga you’ll ever see, realest sh-t i’ll ever be
i will be head of the rap industry, realist sh-t i will ever speak
charge me with battery, give-a-f-ck span big as a teachers salary
i burn my rubber like calories, f-ck a new b-tch last week, i think her
name was malorie
your rap is unsatisfactory, rewrite that sh-t and go back to the studio factory

- rambo the rapper lyrics

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