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lirik lagu yuji & todo – 954mari

[verse 1: drip$tick]
(b*tch, ok)
punching in, i’m yuji when i land it
locked in camp, do him like i’m francis
drop a champ and ruin any chances
death womb, i threw him on a canvas
paint the pictures for ‘em, who the man is?
you know my fury is fatal, like terry
we parry, you not in the lab like candice
all this guap i flex, i’m cramping, yeah
y’all rosencrantz, y’all half the man, i’m hamlet
blue in hands like panda, you a fan, go fan sh*t
off the pan like rance’s
mean i’m hottest with the stanzas
saucy with it, what the plan is?
higuruma how i ban ‘em
draw the hammer and he vanish
god the witness of the antics
in the cut with no damage
it’s mister 1 2, triple 3, i’m half evil sh*t
.45 straight beam his sh*t, triple 6 on my demon sh*t
my frame is straight playing mind games, kenny couldn’t even dream this sh*t
arms glowing like grievous, show up to gravestones, no grievances

[verse 2: 954mari]
dropping gems, universe steven sh*t, saucy polynesian drip
they tried to write the kid off, and now my hands talking, like thesises
i carry smoke like beekeepers, you hive minds is an easy fix
this mega mechamaru beam equipped
buddy just a puppet, no allegiances
boogie woogie with the beam, pass then hit like cp3 assist
hands meet and the scene with switch
tool hit ‘em, he been bleeding quick
he like a leaking sieve, we defeat ya team
ctrl z, how we delete ya clique
i’m big bro, feeling like jeeves ‘cause they asking me for tips
on my yuji switch to my demon trick
got ‘em heaving, even scared to breath and sh*t
like oedipus, on my momma, bro i hate to see this sh*t
ask y’all fans if y’all sh*t slap like mine, they all gon’ plead the fifth
if he ain’t rocking with a wild type of b*tch, gon undertaker then i pile drop ‘em quick
one clap, then i switch places, now i’m out the way like the maldives and sh*t
i’m momo with that broom, sweeping these fools, like i’m miss doubtfire
sh*t look like mahito domain, got a tall chick with her mouth wide, lil b*tch
[verse 3: drip$tick]
(what, b*tch)
muda muda, with the divergent fists
you is yuta how you tryna murder this
doing voodoo, you a side tryna kick
i’m copernicus, sonning rappers, y’all idle when i spit
unstitch ‘em, like i’m tryna find a clip
wave hopping like skandha & abyss
toad summon on ‘em, i just hit a l!ck
i just been the sh*t
showing you talking like takaba, thought it was fun and games until we rock ‘em cold
dogs barking, been up on the fence, i could eat these b*tches like a makima bowl
me and bro hit the handshake like maraca, maka
how i’m swapping with souls, chain chomping
going off of the dome

[verse 4: 954mari]
i’m sukuna, aim for the top of the dome, so lower yo head when you talk to a goat
the death shock ‘em on my kashino flow
like mahito ‘cause i’m unlocking her soul
you a yuta how you copying flows
hula hooping, waste ‘em, drop in a hole
swear they smooth, it’s like suiting urrume
the way they freeze up, when they talk to the hoes

[verse 5: 954mari & drip$tick]
if i link with bro, you ain’t no threat
geto talk, no brain, just thread
i put in this work, can’t rest my head
kenny weighted domain applying presh
look like a sith lord in this tech
that boy wanna talk
i’m kinji, bet
one chop and he get straight mopped instead
like mahito pockets full of all blue deads
i’m cog in the game, you lame, i said
new fists, if i threw one hit, he’s dead
blue strips like cool whip when i spread it
might cut my face up, new aesthetic
get out my face like you pathetic
run up my bank, i’m too athletic
f*ck with my gang, then you get severed
stay on my shrine like true ascetic
you a sheep in wolf’s clothes, we shear ‘em, then tear in his face
be very afraid, i am the bedwolf, you are the hare, be aware of your place
highway to h*ll, you just roadk!ll, get turned into carrion, carrying hate
he got served, now he beg for the helping, i do a curse like i’m sharing a plate, huh
black flash, blast his face up
clap fast, me and bro in touch like a trackpad, match his pace up
tear ‘em, so even a thousand elastoplasts can’t fasten the slash and save ‘em
we holy lift him like a pastor then leave him with holy fitted like a fashion statement
tryna see me in this rap sh*t, same as you tryna go and see a casket maker (talk)

- 954mari

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