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(Yo) yeah A little under the weather, fuck it Yeah, alright, here we go (uh)
First I'ma shred a (what?) Verse like I had a personal vendetta (yeah) Words come together like birds of a feather (what?) Till I need a walker like herschel, I'm better Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (nah) Talk about shit with the purpose that matters (like?) Like who had the second best verse on forever? (damn) Now I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay) What is the opposite of benzino? (uh, what?) a giraffe (haha) Go at his neck, how the fuck is that? (yeah) How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (haha) Arm so short he can't even touch his hands When they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow) Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, ben' (yeah) When I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh) I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low In them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?) Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?) Never guessed you meant (damn) at the red roof inn (shit) In a room with one single bed, two men (what?) Shady, man, you can't—, yes, you can (shh) Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?) But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?) Guess that coi leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (goddamn) Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose Gat-pointed like mine and sandra bullock's nose (well) Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah) You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go Right toward the asylum or the psych ward Because I strangled you with a mic cord Because my fuckin' mind's morbid I'm on my (what?) pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah) Bitch, I soar like a sty You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah) 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score And that's why (what?) I'm back with cole bennett And I been at the level J Cole been at It's aftermath that I ride for till I die
Letra de Doomsday 2
(Yo) yeah A little under the weather, fuck it Yeah, alright, here we go (uh)
First I'ma shred a (what?) Verse like I had a personal vendetta (yeah) Words come together like birds of a feather (what?) Till I need a walker like herschel, I'm better Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (nah) Talk about shit with the purpose that matters (like?) Like who had the second best verse on forever? (damn) Now I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay) What is the opposite of benzino? (uh, what?) a giraffe (haha) Go at his neck, how the fuck is that? (yeah) How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (haha) Arm so short he can't even touch his hands When they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow) Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, ben' (yeah) When I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh) I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low In them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?) Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?) Never guessed you meant (damn) at the red roof inn (shit) In a room with one single bed, two men (what?) Shady, man, you can't—, yes, you can (shh) Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?) But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?) Guess that coi leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (goddamn) Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose Gat-pointed like mine and sandra bullock's nose (well) Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah) You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go Right toward the asylum or the psych ward Because I strangled you with a mic cord Because my fuckin' mind's morbid I'm on my (what?) pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah) Bitch, I soar like a sty You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah) 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score And that's why (what?) I'm back with cole bennett And I been at the level J Cole been at It's aftermath that I ride for till I die