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PTSD bitch

I ain't getting past Jack

Now according to VAC's math I'm getting

Fat stacks but instead of a bad back

My brain snapped 'what's that?'

I feel insane but there's still this pain

Such I want to drop game

On these backstabbing sociopathic addicts who attract it

Thought I could drop em like a bad habit

Most days I feel rabid like I could

Just grab a hatchet and hack at these fucking

Hacks through their arc'teryx jacket

Let's see if they practice

Yeah let's see they real face when

It's life or death you can't mask it

I'd offer my flask so they could choke on their last

Sip burn Matt alive and give a shout out to Patrick

Yeah and now we'll see how that sits

Facts get retracted and stashed like

The cash in your mattress

So those who don't know are like 'that's rich,

Can you believe this guy?'

Edge, call that King Midas
You can hide, I'm inside your ear like tinnitus
I had a strong year, I'm having one more
I'm spitting out facts 'til my fuckin gums sore
Young Flow, don't touch, I'm a horcrux
I was running outta dough, now I'm making more bucks
No stag, I don't mean to brag, but I'm gorgeous
Please dear, take the rear if you're eating more dust

Father's day morn they took my car up off the front stoop
So now I rock a moped and I learned myself some kung-fu
If they take my scooter I'm gon' show them what the guns do
I look like John Wick the leprechaun how I come thru
It's Uncut Flow how I'm making bad bets
I'm like butter on toast on a baby bonus check
And my kid stay gross. She's eating like a shop vac
I'm busier than most, I'm better than the top rack

I don't trust new friends mostly
Am I a ghostbuster?

Fabio Musta
E nun enn ca simm turnat
Nuij nu simm maij partut

Quand mor mannatm a l'infern
Si vac in paradis a chiu o raccont ca s prov ngopp a terr
C'hann rat a fede pe c fa sentì protett
Convint ca Gesù e perdon pur si so gent e mmerd.

I'm so hard, you so soft
Like a maxi pad go get a tinder
Be knocking em out they socks
Leave you dangling like a cheap spinner
Be knocking you out your spot
Leave you cross eyed like fucking skipper
Go getter, fucking flow spitter
When I go in her I go bigger
Got the Mac packed
And they know I'm bitter
Fuck Snapchat and your Twitter
I'm a known sinner, my nerves thinner
If they fucking with me get you cold whither
I'm cold like you winter
You just beginners
We're known winners
And you fucking quitters
I'm capable of the throne
Taking the game over like Capone
Fake my death and come back floating
With a life vest and a real quick boat
Mother fucking stress
When we drop these songs
Cause you ain't go no options left
You'd rather sit and pout to death
While we just rip, you throw your fits
Get on Facebook and talk that shit
But say it to my face get split
If you're fucking with Madman1
Your fucking with me that's on your bitch
Said, I'm stacking these racks
Got too much to count
I'm counting these stacks
I'll pull up right now
He making some bands, what's in his account
Can I get in the studio work with you now
Bitch, fuck what you saying
I'll need me a band
You got to be booking
Like three months advance
I'm charging these rappers a chorus a grand
If you want my attention
Go get you a chance
Saturated, saturated
Soak it up like a biscuit and I ate it
Anonymous flow, ultra poll
I'm goat and I know all you haters hate it
Can't get with, take a shit
Wipe my ass with the flows that they kick
We the clique, life's a bitch
Fuck your flows no vac's, delta sick
Abstract from your backpack
I'm a full push of personality
No we not the same, I'm a sensei
And I can't break you down with totality
Wave the mic and I spit these flows
Like a Jedi knight with a force choke
And we roll the comp
Like an ugly joint that we never light
Cause they don't want smoke
Yeah we no joke
And we laugh at hoes with the LOL
And the hot back hand like a comedy roast
You can call me the devil I'm a bring you hell
And your still a bitch
No matter how many lines that you tell
Better hold your chips, cause your bullshit
In this here game ain't never gone sell
Need to watch your mouth
And tuck your tongue
Like you're young and dumb
I'm a battle beast and I collect heads
And microphones homie I don't care who won
And we don't know you son
And we're not familiar don't give no shits
OGD and them Twiztid boys in the booth
And bitch we don't flipped them scripts
It's on the till break of the dawn
I be breaking them bones
And shaking them zones
Making lute in the month by the trash bag
When I be getting it on
It's Madman1, catch a back hand son
From the flatland run
Lit it up just for fun, rip it up when I dump
And I'll leave you in a slump
Creep up on you with the pump
Ambition on a mission
Upon a star for recognition
It's Twiztid in this bitch
And OGD we coming up missing
Throw your raps in the garbage
And what I'm about to do is target
Any mother fucker
Thinking they can step to the crew so bar this
Brought up in the game so heartless
And when I maintain I'm flawless
The face rearranged
The nap town strangler
So be cautious, Uh
No Xanax it's just bars
Be splitting domes they leaving splinters
I'm so hard, you so soft
Like a maxi pad go get a tinder
Be knocking em out they socks
Leave you dangling like a cheap spinner

Ponticelli fratm
808 we got you baby
Tony fa sul buc
Appiccm o mic
Ca part street fight
Si m vir online
Sto tagliann a white
O teng n'te nike
Destr pegg e Mike
Buc sott e scarp
Drive by ra 'copp e bike
E sti spuorc t'agg itt m fid poc
Facc semp buon viso e cattivo gioc
Nt'e "DM" m regn'n e compliment
Song o suonn pervers re pussy lor
Vo truann o rapper, m chiamm e nott
Sceng e 4 ca Smart, vac e ma fott
Ropp a appeng, ma chiav sul p sport
Vo truann l'ammor e a rimang asott
Addu me t mparn e bas
Svuot, nun è a Tecnocas
Fas, attacc, tras ca squadr
Brav, guard a nuij ca faij a bav
Shoot
Stong a Sicilia, venimm ro sud
Vedett ra 'copp scenn'n pe tub
PNT parl po facimm e cunt
Parln tropp, si fann e sciem e cusimm a vocc
N'm ferm o stop, sto chin e colp
Rint o borsell sul pe muort
Nun bast accus ro magistrat
M guard attuorn, teng mill uocchij
C'est la famille, zer corrott
Teng t' pront, nient va stuort
808, Nun fott e troie
10 G parn bitcoin
Ch maciell si ascess "Nokia"
Ponticelli divent Detroit
Ah
Ah
Nun t sent, nun fai a malavit
E strunzat n'me 'mmocc a na vit
Zitt, sit na band e pentit
Facc spoiler, IG m scoppia l'iphone
Ca s ric "rancell si lor o 'vonn"
Port o tester appriess n'terr a Colombia
Quand servn e caric e white e bob
Si nu tossic, tir, po vir e Mob
Kil e bamb nt'o piatt primm c muor
Si mttess nu piezz ngopp a "youporn"
Foss o preferit ra uagliona toij
O primm ch' parl o rignimm e buc
Facc e tutt culur parn o cub
Spieg comm funzion si n'puos e sord
Pcché a luc n'a vir ma vir o scur
N'parlà e strad cu me ca nun stai all'altezza
Chi m sap, nun parl, ma t assicur
Ca agg vist t chell ca tu nun piens
E sti sciem ca sacc n's n salv' uno
Mpart a fa l'omm senza pat affianc
E vir si crisc che pall
Simm crisciut c'addor e l'amiant
E chin e curtiell nt'e spall
Lame affilat m squartn n'gann
Fann mal ma nun chiagn
Cacciamm lacrm e sang
E sciutt co milion all'anno
Ca s ric "rancell si lor o 'vonn"
Quand servn e caric e white e bob
Kil e bamb nt'o piatt primm c muor
Foss o preferit ra uagliona toij

Yeah
Wave God
Bitch, I been all about cash, I dropped all my hoes I and got to the bag
I never was one to be caught up with fads, I did my own thing, never roll with a pack
No matter what I'm not going out sad, I got a bad bitch with a whole lotta ass
And she got a bad bitch that suck like a vac
Shorty got neck like a fuckin' giraffe
Ay
Switched on the backwoods, I'm smokin' on J's
I really thought I was stuck in my ways
Gave up on bitches and gave up on fakes
The only thing I ain't gave up is them dranks
Bitch, I got drip that could fill up a lake
Started last night and I'm still up today
Them niggas mad, yeah, they feelin' some ways
Don't give a fuck bout what niggas gon' say
Ooh
I'll make you gimme the loot
Quickly, I might end your life with the tool
Never gon' catch me out hidin' my jewels, and not only 'cause I be ridin' with goons
That nigga thought he was fly in them shoes
Till he looked up saw my 9 at his tooth
Y'all niggas shit, I'm so tired of poop
They say you hot but they lying to you
Kept it 2 "Virgils" with all in my circle, now all of my niggas is poppin' like kernels
My money like cheetah you more like a turtle
My wallet like bible you more like a journal
The shit we be smokin' is only that herbal
The shit leave you geeked I ain't talking bout Urkel
I'm runnin' the game and I don't see no hurdles but shit if I did it ain't nothing swerve em
I swear to god, man
We really out here gettin' to the goddamn bag, you know what I'm saying?

Arie', falla tu, fa
Pali, portamola fernuta a chisti ccà

Nun c sta paragon, tu si argent e ij so or
O sord oppur a bara, o gli sparo o mi spara
Nun fann discussion, chi alluc è t finzion
Chi fa nu sgarr o' pav, aizat e man in arij

Wow, m accatt o bust down
Vuless cocc round nda na gabbij cu sti clow
Facc a facc, sit down, nun tnit o background
Prim rurmev nderr, mo n hotel e bitch around
E vist parl ingles, fott a chi n' è do paes
Teng a terza medij, o stess magnam t o mes (come?)

Frà te vogl' ben
Ma scinn'm a cuoll fratm commè, obbè
Son' o cellulare ma nun te risponn fratm

E nun salut manco, e gia me chied o' skunk
Me chiest pur a stanza
Me ne vac o' Sri Lanka
E so per certo mentre cerchi l'adattatore
La tua ragazza nella villa la dà a Tatore
Mo pigl' stu microfono e to chiav ngap
Rappamm a nu cuofn e nun t'applicà
Ca s'arap n'at impiant, patti chiari
Attiggiat a partigiani
Na seggiat aret e' rin, party star, la città
Sient o' bass, altopiano sin City, Hartigan
Through your hands, jackie chan
Comm a hands artigian faticamm, quanti fan
Aro stann?

Talmente magro que me lliamano "Clemente el flaco"
Vac o sband pe vari impegni e l'ati disegni
Fratm dint a sti dete vec a weed ca s'impregn
Rint o rap italiano salvo o' 40%, a stu punt frà è meglio Sanremo ca a'fa o deficient
Al massimo degrado carn palazz e mit
Si si si, famm capì quanti Mc sit
E' inutile ca faj o fess è meglio ca priat
Clementin ncopp o' sound, Joseph Capriati

Uè ammo
Chi fa i numeri e non sa contare
Sotto il folle cielo dell'Italia andata a male
Uè ammo
Sul palco senza prove
Lascio il mio biglietto da visita come Joker
Uè ammo
Microfono omicidio, In testa faccio la roulette russa come Ciro
Uè ammo
E po tu me fai cantà, e po tu me fai cantà

Me rent cont quando torn a cas che succies
Carut pont e terr, o' per e guer, o' ciel è bell
Stu mappamondo ca manteng man frà m pes
Piglio a cazzotti e vierm sott e fierr cont e rient
Ncopp o beat o 'bricolage e'tant'ann fa
Cu nu micro in The Savage stamm ancora cca'
Mi chiamo Iena White, per gli amici son Clemente
Il nome del papa, ma non so se son credente
(Sono io, si, sono io, si)
Non faccio fuori gli innocenti come in alpha dog
Io sono come Jimmy Rabbit contro Papa Doc
Ca t scass o cock, nu freestyle t'abbocc
Quann cacc flow, bro come una banda rock
Tu si Mcdonald vinn nu mar e copie
Io so muzzarell, venn men e so chiù buono
Ti lascio gli occhi fuori come Steve Buscemi
Quando vedo la tua crew grido "bù scemi"!

Talmente magro que me lliamano
"Clemente el flaco"
Vac o sband pe vari impegni e l'ati disegni
Fratm dint a sti dete vec a weed ca s'impregn
Dentro il rap italiano salvo o' 40%
A stu punt frà è meglio
Sanremo ca a'fa o deficient
Al massimo degrado carn palazz e mit
Si si, famm capì quanti Mc sit
E' inutile ca faj o fess è meglio ca priat
Clementin ncopp o' sound, Joseph Capriati

Uè ammo chi fa i numeri e non sa contare
Sotto il folle cielo dell'Italia
Andata a male uè ammo
Sul palco senza prove
Lascio il mio biglietto da visita come Joker
Uè ammo microfono omicidio
In testa faccio la roulette russa come Ciro
Uè ammo
E po tu me fai cantà, e po tu me fai cantà

Un pensiero tiene sveglio e dopo non dormi
Io credo ancora nei miracoli fra john coffee
Quando cavalchi i fulmini e fratmo non soffri
I bonghi lunghi come il
Miglio verde bro scoppi
Tu sei un fenomeno da
Circo come mister Jingle
Prendo il microfono e diventi
Un'altra volta single
E fra non ti si può sentire prega a Pompei
Nel braccio della Iena mega cold mountain
L'album è begins come Batman è chiaro
Che quello che non ti uccide
Fra ti rende più strano
È sud style e quanto ho
Pianto tra le mie radici
Ma tu lo sai come ho fatto queste cicatrici?