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santi - berserker lyrics

[verse 1]
i can’t understand it
all of these rappers are saying they
spittin’ heat but i don’t know what they sayin’ they
acting like they got some talent but they sound more
funny more than jimmy fallon, but, i’m
not f-ckin’ playing i’m spraying the fire and
gettin’ famous is my only desire
well, i wanna get the money too, and i
wanna get the motherf-ckin’ honeys too! i f-ckin
sp-wned into the rap game, call of duty! with your
b-tch on my d-ck, call it call of booty got her sending nudies
maybe if she get a couple groupies i can
give her the d all up in her coochie, but i’m not
worried, all i can say to the haters is
don’t get discouraged cause i am malnourished i
haven’t ate rappers for dinner these lyrics are hurting ’em
they all be hurting i’m going berserk!

[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck what a hater gotta say
i’m gon’ get rich! (gon’ get rich)
slaying all these motherf-kin’ rappers just like
i slay yo b-tch (slay yo b-tch!)
i got this focus, life is like magic
b-tch hocus pocus
and your feelings, f-ck ’em, get ’em hurt
prepare for the motherf-ckin’ worst, i’m goin’ berserk!
(b-tch i’m a f-ckin’ berserker)
(b-tch i’m a f-ckin’ berserker) i’m goin’ berserk!
(b-tch i’m a f-ckin’ berserker)
(b-tch i’m a f-ckin’ berserker) i’m goin’
berserk on these b-tches they’re tripping out
prepare for the fire i’m spitting now
n-body like me well i’m spittin’ this verse
all the haters be getting real f-ckin’ hurt goin’ berserk

[verse 2]
and i’m goin’ in for a second run though
get the b-tches in the squad car with the blunts though
not a motherf-ckin’ cop car, five-o
gettin’ the b-tches and the homies all in the tahoe
goin’ harder than a f-ckin’ bag of rocks
disagree go and suck a bag of c-cks
all of these rappers been doing it ever since i
came in the game man i’m losing it!
does the industry know what f-ckin’ talent is?
these rappers sound funnier than jimmy fallon, sh-t
yeah i already know i f-ckin’ rapped that
b-tch i’m half black, call me akon
cause i’m ’boutta smack that f-ckin’ rapper
all he does is f-ckin’ blabber
sounding like he making a f-ckin’ song out of laughter
i just stole your girl, ’boutta ask her if i can smash her
do i really gotta ask, does it matter?

[chorus]

[outro]

man my throat’s sore
nah, i can’t rap anymore today
i’ll drop this on ’em and see how they like it
you know what the best part is man?
this is only the start of it
let’s go

- santi lyrics

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