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the real samson - evel knievel lyrics

[verse: samson]
spittin’ to a beat made by lethalneedle
strugglin’ to keep it peaceful
doin’ drive+bys with finger guns in a beat up regal
startin’ fights and makin’ up moves like steven seagal
till i start to lose and pull out the magnum research deagle
turn you into swiss cheese and make your t+shirt see+through
send you to the afterlife and let the reaper keep you
you may have come here taken but you might be leavin’ single
if your man jumps then i’mma bust like evel knievel
i’m eatin’ nasty b+tches out with stds and measles
till they rap their legs around my head and start to squeeze like kegels
they think that i’mma beg and plead and tell ’em “please let me go!”
but little do they know this is like the little league for me hoe
i’m creepier than peepin’ toms that like to peep through peepholes
i’m just lookin’ for a freak b+tch to beat my meatloaf
an emo, who doesn’t speak and keeps it on the d+low
so i don’t gotta say “biiiiitch” like key & peele
you must be out your f+ckin’ mind for thinkin’ we could be close
i’m a machine, runnin’ off gasoline and diesel
i don’t give a f+ck how many singles he or she sold
i been kickin’ sh+t so f+ckin’ hard i need my sneakers resoled
i empty magazines with rapid speed on beats and reload
you cats too weak to scr+p with me, you need a secret cheat code
i defy gravity when i rap, my feet just seem to free float
all you see is my adidas hovering past the trees and street posts
i speak from tall heights on top of peaks as steep as ski slopes
i tweak my neck from peekin’ down to try to see what’s below
and if i stand up, i’ll block the light and turn the day to night
and have you searchin’ for the sun like a scene from nemo
i cast a shadow from the south when i release flows
that spans from the beaches on the west to reach the east coast
rappers are so terrible that it’s unbearable
i’ve x’d out so many squares in a row that i’m screamin’ bingo
i’m only in it for the cream now, give me the c+notes
i wanna plant some money trees so i can see the green grow
i want my bank account to sound like a casino when i open it
and hear it go “cha+ching!” like you see on tv shows
i even thought of quittin’ rap and i could stream to bring dough
streamers make a lot of money, that’s an easy free throw
i even bought a camera but i stopped myself and i thought to myself
do i really wanna f+ckin’ be like sneako?
or adin ross, or kai cenat?
or that little weakling neon little nerdy f+ckin’ urkel lookin’ squeaky weasel?
i don’t think so, that ain’t me yo
i’mma stay right here and spit sick sh+t and keep it real

- the real samson lyrics

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