Corrección Letra The Blak Order par Daylyt

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Letra

Verse 1: JakProgresso:

How'd I get here, I'm like the kid in the cla**, yo, I don't belong here, yo
I'm like Octomom with gonorrhea (hahahaha), spittin' out heaters (heaters), I'm under the school bleachers with chunks of scalp on a cleaver
I got bad blood for leechers, call my believers, I'm the blak hand of death like Preachers
Rum on a journal, smoke a Purple Urkle, position on the dark side of the Earth Moon
Ballistic gloves with a burned tool (yeah), drinkin' youth blood during equinox vernal
Infernal, sh*t cow, the flow curdle, my cult form a semi-circle, and remove cornea, external, you could unveil politicians cannibalizin' prepubertal
This a mushroom outing, burn my surroundings, we can now go to Section 8 housing, and locate the water like Dowsing
I'll throw you a peppermint lifesaver, when I'm drownin', watch me hatch out my own face, like The Howling
Heads flyin', shrines cryin', I'm only clairvoyant, when I'm psychoactive after applyin' (who?)
I catch visions off scryin', spittin' miraculous sheeple sayings
I'm only Jesus in the crosshairs of scopes, on pistols aimin', weed pistols flamin', I'll smash a Wiccan b*t*h while she crystal gazin', livin' a opsissimist, spittin' illuminism in the white light fadin'

Interlude:

The positions drive him too hard?
No, he's a genius and it's truly a pleasure to work with him. But in the beginning some experiments have been in my opinion exceeding, but not ethical

Verse 2: Daylyt:

Yeah, don't let a sharker teeth sharper, rap with the sharpest, smelly armpits it's a must that I tell them n***as don't start sh*t, these guns belong on a starship, this our sh*t, pull strings like guitar picks, La Brea Tar Pits, I black on all of the hard click it's hard sh*t but it's some hardship, straight foul uh, it makes your fake clouds uh
Chemtrail chemical day cloud up, piled up, all the snow you can burn, you should learn bout season modification f**k it y'all was bein' too modest to say sh*t, strong as I move f**k I might as well hide and steal but I'm sleepy I got the Eyetis, my iris tired and trying weed tyrants hand me the trident, two gum holdin' the trife, try sendin' to all the sinners triceratop, redhead n***as Carrot Top, used to care a lot, you not figure I care is not real, it made me scared to say even fancy, turned into Nancy I had to care again, too many married men buyin' rings, people die for these diamonds to make it happy we tryin', breathe

Interlude:
Why, what do you mean?
I mean, you know me, you know that I am not what you might call a very businessman?
No, that's too harsh
But now I'm startin' to question everything

Verse 3: Tha God Fahim:

Uh, they don't wanna see me get evil, my gun diesel, pop the weasel drop you on all fours like Smeagol, I got reinforced skin that's thick, throwin' words around deadly melody grips, split the sea in half, you don't know the half and you don't know the math, my .45 will blow you to the gra**
I'm young and gettin' rich so I'm spoiled, might dump off and let your body fertilize the soil
Skills is top notch I feel like it's hopscotch, dumped so many verses in my life got the top spot, any MC can get wrecked tryna come but, arms too short eyes sportin' my tank top (zazazaza!), f**ker

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