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lirik lagu coins – mattdamutt

yea i’m feelin amplified, hey hermaphrodites,

p-ss the mic, all you f-ckin swag packin wack rappers,
leave you plastic f-ggots wrapped with gauze, that’s swag backwards,
half as nice, as the antichrist in afterlife,
i’ll have your life, flashed in front your eyes like it’s your last chapter,

half cracker, smack ya back in time, to the black and white,
saddle rides then laugh at ya, just cuz ima mad b-st-rd,
rap master, f-ckin wanna beef? come and talk with me,
i’ll knock you out, like the whole row of kanye’s bottom teeth,

i’ll leave you screamin “stop it please”, but i aint f-ckin finished yet,
i’ll kick ya head, till you loose all higher form of intellect,
never lost a fight, yo i whipped mr miyagi’s -ss,
but then he got p-ssed, and kicked me out of his karate cl-ss,

“sorry man”, didn’t mean it, yo this f-ckin kids a genius,
spit the schemes that make you turn ya head, like a b-tches cleavage,
since i was just swimmin s-m-n shot out of a j-zzin p-n-s,
i already had divine traits, like a twin of jesus,

mixed with an inner demon, cold heart bitter freezin,
shivering just like the f-ckin winter season see,
cuz i believe in me achievin, dreamin big, is what i condone,
the future of your life’s unknown, and in my mind i know that it’d be,

kinda dope if i could hold a microphone and be a rapper,
give the type of shows where hos just like to blow my p-n-s after,
but cuz i strive for those unlikely goals and dreams to grab,
you think my mind i slow like i’ve been diagnosed cerebral cancer?

“what the f-ck?” ima give it all i got with raps,
like olympic sprinters haulin -ss to finish quickest on the track,
until i’m sittin on the top and rippin with a flawless craft,
not for dollars but to win the witnesses’ applaudin claps,

so be quiet and listen while the messiah of rhyme and rhythm,
lights the mic on fire by spittin a lightning strike within it,
and if you think i’m wack you prolly got a broken dome,
or maybe your r-t-rded with an extra pair of chromosomes,

kinda like them b-tt f-cking young money b-tt buddies,
when i come by, they just run from me, cuz they aint,
hard as can be, sh-t they far from my league,
they hardly mcs, the carter 3’s bars are just weak,

you f-ckin f-ggots are the reason rap is partly deceased,
with a faltering beat in it’s m-th-f-ckin heart cuz it’s weak,
you targeting r-t-rded teens with your marketing schemes,
so that you have they hearts decieved to buy your garbage released,

but i worked hard for this, a lot of trouble it took,
my first bars were written in a colorin book,
and i aint claimin i was f-ckin raised up in the hood,
i live in forests eatin squirrels takin dumps in the woods,

but if you wanna come and battle me, i’ll kill you wack mcs,
even when my brain lags and freezes off to many grams of weed,
high past saturn’s rings, eye b-lls j-panese,
gl-ssed nd pink, bars still clean like lysol, can’t you see?

ima be the platinum status rappin king,
and still keep it real, with out changing just to match the scene,
and make a couple stacks of gs, cuz i’m real,
and you can’t deny skill that grabs you d-mn attention like a dire shrill fire drill,

but most rappers weak as h-ll mang,
so i suspect that they have a single cell brain,
wack mcs rankin in the back, like a tail gate,
but when i spit, i can feel the wrath and heat of h-ll raised,

cuz i go hard, like a dude jackin off,
plus i go far, like an astronaut blastin off,
all you other mother f-ckers over hyped like macintosh,
i’ll serve you like some nutter b-tters or just like some apple sauce,

cuz i’m sick as f-ck, yeah i’m on a different level,
while you spit your simple stuff, i just killed this instrumental,
but n-bodys seeing how i got this big potential,
so i’m p-ssed enough to grab a pencil, swing and stab it in ya temple,

p-ssed enough to make the f-ckin weapon spray so step away,
unless you crave pain, cuz my tempers raised but anyways,
i’m just being me, like they f-ckin recomended aye,
back when i was just a little kid sittin in second grade.

- mattdamutt

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