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stormprice - i got nothing to prove! lyrics

[intro]
(ant1+04d1nary)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
shut the f+ck up n+gga, you not my friend
i was better off in the motherf+ckin’ den
yeah, i hate everybody, won’t come to the end
yeah, i’ll break your elbow, stay in bed
i knock, now, b+tch i’m comin’ in (mathias)
yeah i rip that blade, now let it spin
the illuminati’s stalkin’ me ’cause i got too many bodies
and everybody’s watchin’ me ’cause i’m a paranoia freak
generic rappers copy me and then they f+ckin’ jocky me
and then they act like we are friends, we are not friends, yeah, yeah
i got crabs with p+n+s of lobsters
choppa gon’ hit ’em like a motherf+ckin’ mopper
claire, you couldn’t care deal with the cops hurt
hide a motherf+ckin’ body in the motherf+ckin’ locker
donatin’ to tricks that b+tch in my concert
she kick my b+lls like it’s motherf+ckin’ soccer
i guess that’s what happens when you engage in c+ck and ball torture
yeah, my guns come from mexico, my choppa do not speak your language
yeah, i smoke on this pack to release all this pain, b+tch it’s true
b+tch i’m takin’ a chain in the middle of arby’s
i’m rippin’ yo’ ‘part like a motherf+ckin’ barbie
guess you could say i’m a little alarmin’
yeah, i hate everyone so call it “everybody”
man i guess that’s karma, you motherf+ckin’ die
yeah, these bullets be f+ckin’, these bullets be flyin’
yeah, i’m sippin’ a pack i keep on supplyin’
i k!ll you with this tac, you n+ggas stay flyin’
nah that’s cap, n+gga i’m lyin’, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah
i got nun’ to prove, yeah, i got nun’ to prove, yeah

[verse 2]
the p+n+s is on fire from the burning
your mom is a f+ggot
yeah, b+lls stay saggin’
put a tentacle inside yo’ b+tch like the kraken
b+tch i’m fire like a motherf+ckin’ dragon, make face make way
yuh, b+tch, i’ll bite and i’m not g+y
yeah, s+xuality’s for nerds
your gender is a t+rd
i light my p+n+s on fire to watch it burn down

[outro]
(it’s time to kick ass)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
shut the f+ck up n+gga, you not my friend
i was better off in the motherf+ckin’ den
yeah, i hate everybody, won’t come to the end
yeah, i’ll break your elbow, stay in bed
i knock, now, b+tch i’m comin’ in (mathias)
yeah i rip that blade, now let it spin
the illuminati’s stalkin’ me ’cause i got too many bodies
and everybody’s watchin’ me ’cause i’m a paranoia freak
generic rappers copy me and then they f+ckin’ jocky me
and then they act like we are friends, we are not friends, yeah, yeah
i got crabs with p+n+s of lobsters
choppa gon’ hit ’em like a motherf+ckin’ mopper
claire, you couldn’t care deal with the cops hurt
hide a motherf+ckin’ body in the motherf+ckin’ locker
donatin’ to tricks that b+tch in my concert
she kick my b+lls like it’s motherf+ckin’ soccer
i guess that’s what happens when you engage in c+ck and ball torture
yeah, my guns come from me—

- stormprice lyrics

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