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ronnie bg - filthy lyrics

[verse]
hit you with a left hook
look at every cranny and nook
and you might find out why i’m so misunderstood
they want me to put my rhymes to good
that’s as likely
as christopher reeves walking on both of his feet
you better flee – i hope you have fast feet
i’m a missile on overdrive about to overheat – i’m full of heat
i tried to keep my rhymes discrete
but i have so many words inside of my memory
they started flowing out of me – take a seat
let me introduce you to my sweet suite
it’s located on forty-first ave and twenty-first street
you said i wouldn’t make it, now you have to concede
every time i write it’s with supersonic speed – believe
superman going for a jog around the galaxy
my verbal agility
is like tyson versus muhammed ali
you wanted to spit bars well motherf-cker go ahead
i’ll snap you in half like a kit kat and blow your brains back
with some poisonous lead
i don’t mean to be braggadocios
but i can rap circles around these square lyricists
my rhymes are straight malicious, vicious, and vigorous
when i was born my mom had a booth inside of her uterus
so trust me i’m not new to this
you need to be neutered b-tch
burn a crucifix
shove it down your esophagus
stab jesus and sacrifice him to the dark lord sabbath
it’s a habit to make my rhymes atrocious
so you know who wrote this
i take the shoes out my shoe box
motherf-cker tell me who rocks
for a living i’d shoot cops
you know that i’m too hot
i scare you “boo”, then pop
your b-tch blew my top
while she ingested some blue motherf-cking pop rocks
show no comp-ssion when other emcees are rapping
im like jeffrey dahmer
meeting adam lanza
at queens plaza
while john wayne gacy
is raping benito mussolini
ted bundy got james holmes in a headlock
while timothy mcveigh and fred west watch
i possess the spirit of all of them
now watch me rock
while i tell you to kick rocks in flip flops
i’m the only kid on my block
who can throw lambs to the slaughter like alfred hitchc-ck
i need at least three to four
these adidas and these fedoras
and dora can not explore
all this horror and rap gallore
wait… the beat cut off?

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