Meta P - kill swag feat. Celph Titled | Текст песни

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Meta P Verse 1:

I'm half rapper, half swag rapper serial killer,
banana clip cap peeler, meta p's a gorilla,
I'm crazy as Hannibal, made me an animal,
made to damage you, Meta's blades are razor mechanical,
Ya'll some cop stressing, cross-dressing constantly jealous,
Harvey Dent, two faced yelling sodomy yellers,
Cosby sweater, sister jean stealers jockin the fellas,
cheerleaders sucking dick to get your varsity letters,
I confine rappers, gas and Nitrogen combine faster,
lazer sensor trip blow minds and make your spine fracture,
rhyme faster, homo rappers won't rhyme after,
the Joseph Kony child bastards trained to make the nine splatter,
when Prov's in the spot, get out your white chalk,
fuck your IROC this my rock attack your blind spot,
my revolvers Hollywood, taking head shots, five pops,
throw your casket out the window, red sox sky box

Chorus:
Tight jeans my glocks don't fit
Sweater vest look like a bitch,
rapping cause your parents are rich,
skate but you dont know any tricks,
wearing blue blazers, cranberry shirts,
rose gold that matches your purse,
I'm telling you the truth and it hurts
fuck around and you get put in the dirt

Verse 2, Celph Titled

So you think you a poster boy?
Youll get attacked with mad thumbtacks for acting stupid,
your face will be dumb flat,
your chance of winning is slimmer than aneroexic women,
delusions so big you could fit the state of Texas in em'
at any minute i'm the topic of discussion
the reason for an argument I'm always up to something
sum up your net worth, its next to nothing,
yall must be hustling backwards, cause yall the best at frontin,
keep the heat on site it's like neon lights,
on stage with your radio shack peon mics
you might need to wipe cause we pee on mics,
and I remain active like Germaine Jackson hair products
this nightmares not up for all you pop fucks,
liquify your body glitter, let the shottie flicker,
so hardcore i cry tattoo tears into bacardi liquor,
swag rappers going broke aint hard to find one
dont even got five ones just a pocket of five gum

Chorus:
Tight jeans my glocks don't fit
Sweater vest look like a bitch,
rapping cause your parents are rich,
skate but you dont know any tricks,
wearing blue blazers, cranberry shirts,
rose gold that matches your purse,
I'm telling you the truth and it hurts
fuck around and you get put in the dirt

Verse 3, Meta P

Rhode Island Reds, Talking heads,
stomp pigeons, toss they bread,
street zombies, walking dead,
haunting make you, toss in bed,
chainsaw, lock the shed,
Ron Goldman, Wife pictures,
Meta P, bloody gloves,
Nicole Brown, white bitches,
Fuck Metta world peace I 3 piece your girls fleece,
this is spring break, welcome to murder beach,
wanna rat get wrapped up burn the sheets, deaded,
you shoot a rapper? kill him, don't leave em street credit,
I'm Sean Combs, YOU Ron Jones, attack of the clones,
I shatter domes while you at home, bedazzling your phone,
while you dudes is on the net, harder than Garnett,
streets is hotter then Jenifer Gardner in corvettes,
hostile, known for my torturous ways with metal blades,
hip hops dead, I kept it alive for several days,
renegade shit, bring you the hell of peasant slaves,
kiss the rings bitch, now you gon' die in seven days

Chorus:
Tight jeans my glocks don't fit
Sweater vest look like a bitch,
rapping cause your parents are rich,
skate but you dont know any tricks,
wearing blue blazers, cranberry shirts,
rose gold that matches your purse,
I'm telling you the truth and it hurts
fuck around and you get put in the dirt

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