PnB Rock – Take My Soul Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: PnB Rock]
On my mama, ain’t never gonna let them take my soul (Take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who’s the next to go (Next to go)
I’m screaming free all of my dawgs, until they got ’em off the road (Off the road)
And I’m just thinking about the times when I was fucking broke (Broke)
[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
Thinking about the times I was going crazy (Going crazy)
Me and my baby mama just had our first baby (First baby)
Well yes, I speak mad all day (Mad all day)
Had to hit licks, just to get some cash on day (Cash on day)
Living a life of sin (Sin)
And I got God’s permission (Permission)
I’d rather be dead in Hell, then to do life in prison
Huh, they come from the blindside when you least expect it (Huh)
They be on bloodlines, tryna take your necklace (Huh)
Never trust these bitches, they’ll lie on you quick (Lie on you quick)
Fell in love with this bitch, she was plotting on me (Plotting on me)
Can’t even lie, she had to drop on me (Drop on me)
But I’m too slick and she was moving stupid
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
On my mama, ain’t never gonna let them take my soul (Take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who’s the next to go (Next to go)
I’m screaming free all of my dawgs, until they got ’em off the road (Off the road)
And I’m just thinking about the times when I was fucking broke (Broke)
And I’m just thinking about the times when I didn’t have no fucking hoe
I was down, I was out, I was all alone (All alone)
My brother died in these streets, we suffered, call his phone (Phone)
Will you make it out the hood, you never know (Oh, huh)
[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Just make me move back to those slums (Uh, uh, uh)
Post on the block out, they were bitches like you ain’t no sum (Uh, uh, uh)
Brown plenty hitters, me and my son
Anything happening, we gon’ run
Bye bye in the cut, hit a nigga up, .40 pulled out, leave him slumped
Murder, that’s a must kill, get a rush, all of the money I done sung
It was all love even for the love, half of ’em wouldn’t even hunt
We don’t give a fuck, get it said, bust boy take one of us
We don’t ever break, word to my ninth son, gang who I trust
Get out, that’s my man out in chains, everything for free
They took my brother out my gang, had to fuck these niggas up
Still hurt, my body in pain, and we kill three for them
Thinking body like I’m insane, put you to sleep, you a tim
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
On my mama, ain’t never gonna let them take my soul (Take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who’s the next to go (Next to go)
I’m screaming free all of my dawgs, until they got ’em off the road (Off the road)
And I’m just thinking about the times when I was fucking broke (Broke)
And I’m just thinking about the times when I didn’t have no fucking hoe
I was down, I was out, I was all alone (All alone)
My brother died in these streets, we suffered, call his phone (Phone)
Will you make it out the hood, you never know (Oh, huh)
[Outro: PnB Rock]
Will you make it out the hood, you never know (Oh, huh)

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PnB Rock – HMP Lyrics

Have you ever been on a jet? Shorty, I ain’t never [?]
[Chorus]
Just hit my phone
When you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own (Skrt skrt)
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
If you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
If you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone Play this song
[Intro]
Ahhh, huh
Ahhh, huh
Oh yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Just hit my phone
When you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
If you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
If you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
[Verse 1]
Yeah, you can hit my phone
When you’re in your bed and you’re layin’ all alone
With your favourite t-shirt and your panties on
Listening to your favourite song
Yeah, you know this’s what you want
Yeah-ah, yeah
I ain’t got time but I’ma make time, girl, ’cause I want you tonight
Girl, I need you tonight
I want you, tonight
Show you what’s up tonight
I’m pulling up tonight
All you gotta do is
[Chorus]
Just hit my phone
When you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
If you’re not busy or away, you’re just alone
If I’m in your city, I might pull up on my own
And we can go to a location that’s unknown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just hit my phone
[Bridge]
Yeah, just hit my phone
I wanna show you off
Yeah, hit my phone
‘Cause I wanna show you off
I wanna show you off
I wanna show you off
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I wanna buy you that Rollie
I could get you a new chain
Put you in that Balmain
Take you to Saint-Tropez
Let’s go eat at Nobu
Have you ever been to Cannes?

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PnB Rock – T-Shirt Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ever
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her, I couldn’t leave her
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt
In my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt (Oh yeah)
I’m a believer, this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
In-in my t shirt, in-in my t shirt
[Pre-Verse: PnB Rock]
Woah, there she go (Woah)
[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
When I wake up in the morning, see you spreading (on my sheets)
It’s so many things that’s going through my head (while you sleep)
If I touch you there, I bet you spread your legs (More freak)
Kill that pussy then I put you back to bed (R.I.P.)
But hold up, when we done, yes that was good sex
But go hop in the shower and make me some breakfast
I want some french toast, with all that extra cheese
Eggs, home fries and I’m good with the ketchup
And I want some turkey bacon too
I’m hungry so make a plate for two
Then I snack on your booty, go blend me a smoothie
I swear I can’t leave it and that’s word to Lil Tunechi
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her (Yeah), I couldn’t leave her (Woah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t shirt (In my t shirt), in-in my t shirt (Oh yeah, in my t shirt)
I’m a believer, this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I hit you when times is hard (Yeah)
‘Cause you help my mind evolve (Yeah)
You take my mind abroad (Yeah)
Must be a sign from God (Yeah)
I gots to keep you close (Close)
He likes to give you rope (Damn)
He let you hang yourself (Damn), I let you hang and smoke (Yeah)
I let you drank and smoke (Yeah)
We fuck, we talk, we joke
We get emotional, you cry, and I got a lump in my throat
Man, love is so dope
Girl fuck that fuckboy
And you don’t need no fuck toys
And you can make as much noise
And if you’re down for it, I’m up for it
But it’s something about your fucking eyes
That can see through to my other side
And these other hoes (Yeah), they make me cum (Woah)
But you, you make me come alive
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her (Woah), I couldn’t leave her (Yeah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t-shirt (In my t shirt), in-in my t-shirt (In my t-shirt)
I’m a believerr (Woah), this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt
She know I need her (Woah), I couldn’t leave her (Yeah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t-shirt (In my t-shirt), in-in my-t shirt (In my t shirt)
I’m a believer (Yeah), this girl a keeper (Woah)
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Got to bust and I’m cumming all on my t-shirt
T-shirt, my t-shirt
Got to bust a nut all up in my t-shirt
T-shirt, my-t shirt

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PnB Rock – Me & U Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Hop in that coupe, just me and you, yeah, we rollin’
Remy
Yeah, she got my heart
Oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Hop in that coupe, just me and you, yeah, we rollin’
Give her that dope, this that cookie, yeah, she rollin’ (Dope)
Shawty, she got my heart, yeah, she stole it (Yeah, she stole it)
Yeah, put that pussy in park, buss it open, yeah (Yeah)
Shawty, she grown, got it on her own, she really don’t need me (Need me)
Don’t get no better, when I first met her she was rockin’ that CC (Chanel)
She a supermodel, I swear lil’ baby belong on TV (TV)
And now that I got her, I swear my lil’ baby, that she ain’t gon’ leave me (No)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, ’cause she my bitch
Told her I’m right outside, is you ready to slide? Come hop in my whip (Whip)
Girl, you beeb on my mind since the last time I had you at the crib (Crib)
Scratches all on your neck, all on your back, I was all in your ribs (Ribs)
Yeah, yeah, and just like this (This)
I put that ice on her chain, ice out the wrist, now she match my drip (Ice)
Your friends be hatin’ on me, but be plottin’ on me, they be all on my dick (Fuck ’em)
Bringin’ up instagram shit, be tryna break us up, but they ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (Talkin’ ’bout shit)
They just wanna be in your shoes
And they want them Jimmy Choos (Choos)
And they want them brand new Loubs (Loubs)
And they want that brand new coupe (Coupe)
And they want that ice too (Too)
They just wanna be my boo (Boo)
But that’s reserved for you (You)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Hop in that coupe, just me and you, yeah, we rollin’
Give her that dope, this that cookie, yeah, she rollin’ (Yeah, that dope)
Shawty, she got my heart, yeah, she stole it (Yeah, she stole it)
Yeah, put that pussy in park, buss it open, yeah (Yeah)
Shawty, she grown, got it on her own, she really don’t need me (Nah)
Don’t get no better, when I first met her she was rockin’ that CC (Chanel)
She a supermodel, I swear lil’ baby belong on TV (Yeah)
And now that I got her, I swear my lil’ baby, that she ain’t gon’ leave me
[Verse 2]
Uh, she ain’t gon’ leave me (Nah)
Ice out our wrists, it be water like Fiji (Yeah)
House on the hill, she be naked when she greet me (Yeah)
Better stay in yo lane nigga, yes, that’s lil’ PnB
She used to be so mean to me (Yeah)
Playin’ me like a DVD (DVD)
Like a lame, how she treated me (Treated me)
But she changed her whole swag (Yeah)
The more and more she started seein’ me (Huh)
Started stealin’ my whole slang (Yeah)
When I leave, she be needin’ me (Huh)
If I ain’t want you to shine (Shine)
I wouldn’t even waste your time (Time)
Baby girl, you so fine (Fine)
Fucking you good every night (Night)
Ever since you came my way (Way)
I been having better days (Days)
Girl, I don’t want you to change (Change)
Put that shit all on my face (Face)
[Chorus]
Hop in that coupe, just me and you, yeah, we rollin’ (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give her that dope, this that cookie, yeah, she rollin’ (Roll it, roll it, roll it up, dope)
Shawty, she got my heart, yeah, she stole it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, stole it)
Yeah, put that pussy in park, buss it open, yeah (Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it)
Shawty, she grown, got it on her own, she really don’t need me (Need me)
Don’t get no better, when I first met her she was rockin’ that CC (CC)
She a supermodel, I swear lil’ baby belong on TV (TV)
And now that I got her, I swear my lil’ baby, that she ain’t gon’ leave me (Leave me)
[Outro]
She ain’t gon’ leave me
Swear lil’ baby belong on TV, rockin’ that CC

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Ruel – Free Time Lyrics

Play this song
Verse 1:
My eyes are shut
Sleep too much
Probably should get up but what’s the rush
Brush my teeth
But not my hair
I used to for you but now I don’t care
Pre-Chorus:
Watching the clock from the sofa
I just wish you would come over
Chorus:
All of my friends said don’t worry I promise you’ll be fine
Now I’m alone and I’m lost in my phone with this free time
I used to spend it with you
All of the stupid shit we used to do
Now that you’re tied up
I’m tired of all of this free time
Verse 2:
I can make some toast
I could watch a show
I could go for a walk but I probably won’t
I can do anything I put my mind to if I tried to but I-
Pre-Chrous:
Just watching the clock from the sofa
I just wish you would come over
Chorus:
All of my friends said don’t worry I promise you’ll be fine
But now I’m alone and I’m lost in my phone with this free time
I used to spend it with you
All of the stupid shit we used to do
Now that you’re tied up
I’m tired
Bridge:
Of all of this freedom
Thought it was all that I needed
Thought I’d be cool with you leaving
Maybe I was wrong
_ since you’re gone
Chorus:
All of my friends said don’t worry I promise you’ll be fine
But now I’m alone and I’m lost in my phone with this free time
I used to spend it with you
All of the stupid shit we used to do
Now that you’re tied up
I’m tired of all of this free time
I’m tired of all of this free time
I’m tired of all of this free time
I’m tired of all of this free time

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OFB – Ambush Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Sykes, Sykes
[Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz]
I’m in the back of this car, no taxi, sadly, I beg a man please try mad me
You’ll see this hand ting get handy, live-O corn when I slap this gladly
One in the head, jump out and get tappy, I didn’t catch him, I didn’t go back happy
Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys, bally up, spot man and get splashy
Switch, you don’t wanna see switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick
Telling me she rates my songs and dick, back Rambos, not a fan of the flicks
This .38 hand ting holds 6, like Turna, with bae I can’t slip
I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade
Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge
If you don’t see no one at tops, no comments, we’re circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their J’s, ay, bro said he’s holding the clutch then brake
[Verse 1: Double Lz]
Bros two tap to keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season
Get back gang with the dottys revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it
Gang dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix, two in the dots for five of these ediats
Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding, lack on the road, that’s normal procedures
These opp boys must’ve gone coo-coo ’cause I’m really on drills, no fibs
Mans holding a fuck off chings if you see Double Lz, step round with a limp
Always two guns up in the whip, slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch
Don’t think you can ride on the Nizz, man slide right back in a tinted whip
[Verse 2: SJ]
If I slap this corn out the hand ting, it’s a mad ting if I press this trigger
6 man squashed in this dinger, chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner
This opp thot come way too inna cah her friend got shot, she don’t know who’s the driller
To all the opp boys, it’s your friend we bill up, no reaction, they don’t ride for their nigga
I’m in the O, ten toes with my soldiers, I don’t beef my age, I got beef with olders
Man crash this corn off motors, this shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder
Tion Wayne is a fucking joker, come carni tryna spill juice, that’s soaker
Buck [?], he tried run with his poker, he’s with DV and they both got poked up
[Verse 3: Bandokay]
Yo, I’m tryna do it like Boogs, fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case
This shotgun come long like Grace, half it-half it so it comes in the rave
On the stage with H, big shank on my waist, so I’m in N9 with my mates
Gang changing plates, tape of your estates then head back to the base
This sweet one keeps talking ’bout dates, if I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes
Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes, my driller backed it and try hit that face
If we can’t see H then we gon’ get blades, either way it works both ways
Bros drunk off [?] got corn for days so I don’t get blammed on the mains
[Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz]
I’m in the back of this car, no taxi, sadly, I beg a man please try mad me
You’ll see this hand ting get handy, live-O corn when I slap this gladly
One in the head, jump out and get tappy, I didn’t catch him, I didn’t go back happy
Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys, bally up, spot man and get splashy
Switch, you don’t wanna see switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
The zoo ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick
Telling me she rates my songs and dick, back Rambos, not a fan of the flicks
This .38 hand ting holds 6, like Turna, with bae I can’t slip
I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade
Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge
If you don’t see no one at tops, no comments, we’re circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their J’s, ay, bro said he’s holding the clutch then brake
[Outro]
Sykes, Sykes

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Vampire Weekend – We Belong Together Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1: Ezra Koenig & Danielle Haim]
We go together like sound and sight
Black and white, day and night
We go together like left and right
Oh, we go together
We go together like give and take
Pains and aches, real and fake
We go together, don’t be opaque
It’s clear we go together
[Chorus: Ezra Koenig & Danielle Haim]
We belong together
We belong together
Baby, there’s no use in being clever
Baby, it don’t mean we’ll stay together
[Verse 2: Ezra Koenig, Danielle Haim & Both]
We go together like pots and pans
Surf and sand, bottles and cans
We go together like lions and lambs
Oh, we go together
We go together like Keats and Yeats
Bowls and plates, days and dates
We stay united like these old states
It’s how we go together
[Chorus: Ezra Koenig, Ezra Koenig & Danielle Haim]
We belong together
We belong together
Baby, there’s no use in being clever
Baby, it don’t mean we’ll stay together
[Outro: Ezra Koenig]
Hallelujah, you’re still mine
All I did was waste your time
If there’s not some grand design
How’d this pair of stars align?

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Vampire Weekend – Rich Man Lyrics

I’m compelled by your love and I haven’t lost yet
Clearly, you’re the one
One in a million don’t mean what it meant
And these millions of gold coins don’t gleam when they’re spent
You’re left with none
Ten million dollars could win the whole lot
But if ten million dollars is all that you got
You won’t be the one
Hundreds of millions of papers to sign
Hundreds of millions of souls left behind
And yet, we’re the ones
A billion to one, don’t the odds make you sick? Play this song
When I was young, I was told I’d find
One rich man in ten has a satisfied mind
And I’m the one
100 to one says I wouldn’t react
But I’m the 1 in 100 who would swing right back
Yes, I’m the one
Thousands of steps and staircases to climb
Thousands of men you’d most likely decline
And yet I’m the one
10,000 to 1, could I possibly bet? To be one in a billion’s a terrible trick
You’re the wretched one
When I was young, I was told I’d find
One rich man in ten has a satisfied mind
And I’m the one

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Joyner Lucas – Devil’s Work Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Father, forgive me
[Verse]
I’m staring at this Bible as I keep glancing
Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing
We supposed to be your children, I thought we family
You’re supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers
We don’t need to die young, we just need chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed’s planted
Everywhere I turn, I’m seeing emcees vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don’t understand it
Lot of families lost and they seem stranded
I ain’t tryna disrespect you, I just need answers
I know you’re watching us from heaven thinking, “Who to save?”
Cherry pickin’ who should go next and who should stay
I’d be on my way to heaven if I knew the way
And bring back every good nigga you choose to take
They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes
‘Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes
I think you should trade
Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon’ live for good (Ooh!)
I been screaming “Thug life “in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)
If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple X
Take that nigga Trump with you, that’s a bigger threat
There’s too much power for a coward with no intellect
That’s a bigot with a collar, there’s a disconnect
Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a tissue
Niggas shootin’ up a church, now I need a pistol
All them niggas still livin’, you don’t see the issue
But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you? Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back
Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back
I’m sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I’m on the wrong train, I know I’m on the right track (Yeah)
‘Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back
Zimmerman walk around free, we don’t like that (We don’t like that)
Why you take our mothers from us? Kelly
R.I.P. Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us? Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin’
Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us? I ain’t tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain’t tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord)
Send them suckers straight to hell, they don’t need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R. Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us
This a fuckin’ marathon, but they runnin’ from us
Now everybody got guns, nigga’s up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something
You know it’s not fair, tell the truth, I’ve been in my feelings too
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes, I ain’t even mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back
Feds want me in the slammer, damn
Ain’t no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin’, I’m just lookin’ for a hand to hand
Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again
Drownin’ in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!)
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I’m just probably tripping ’cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can’t find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)
Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug
I don’t go to church ’cause I’m afraid of being judged
I’ve been starin’ at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin’ niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead
Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin’ at death and disrespectin’
I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I know not what I do
And now I’m reachin’ out to you, hopin’ you hear me and return the message
I know that you got our back and that you’re not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin’ shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us
They say that the good die young and I ain’t on the guest list
I’ve been drinkin’, Lord forgive me, it’s my blood racin’
I don’t know what I’m thinking, I’m just frustrated
I don’t mean to question you, I’m just confused
I don’t know what else to do, I’ve been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, that forever hurts
But puttin’ the blame on you, that’d never work
I know this ain’t your fault, it’s the devil’s work
Devil’s work

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Epic Rap Battles of History – Guy Fawkes vs Che Guevara Lyrics

[Che Guevara]
Guevara the terror, fresh Kangol wearer
Ill rhyme slayer from the 60’s era
Revolting heavy metal rebel blood spiller
Me and my guerrillas are a squad of killers
I’m known worldwide for my steely-eyed look
You’re famous cause of Alan Moore’s third best book
All the children say we will be like Che
Asthmatic, but I’ll take your breath away (wooo!)
You tried to rebel against James the first
Here’s a tip for your next plot, try to rehearse! Cause I’m on fire! Guy, you died for the Catholics
A group with a bad touching little boys habit
And this porn star pilgrim look what’s up with that? (KA! You had one job cabrón, to strike a matchstick
Got caught with a fuse like your bars, not lit
You should have stayed anonymous Epic Fail Guy
Treat this battle like the gallows and take another dive
[Guy Fawkes]
As a communist it must really hurt
That your face has been cheapened, weakened, besmirched
Being plastered on posters, coasters, and shirts
Making capitalists rich off of you on merch
Right, I’m a pious man and I fight for the lord
I would cut you but I don’t want your sweat on my sword
I was tortured until I could hardly sign my name
And listening to you felt pretty much the same (oooh!)
Face it Ernesto, you’re Castro but less so
He’s Cuba Commander you’re more of the Destro
Revolt all you want I don’t give two Guy Fawkes
But look at Venezuela what you’re fighting for sucks
[Che Guevara]
Sucks? EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! YOU DECIDE! It’s more like V for very bad hat
Oh! WHO’S NEXT? Play this song
[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
GUY FAWKES
VS
CHE GUEVARA
BEGIN! What’s the Fawkes say now? I got my face on a magnet on your roommate’s fridge
Your head is on a spike up on London Bridge! [Outro]
WHO WON? KA KA KA KA-KA!)
When they cut your junk out
I’m the hardest Marxist ever graced a banknote
You’re an error prone terrorist penny for the scapegoat
[Guy Fawkes]
Don’t try to boast ’bout your banknotes with Guido
You muddled your economy like mint in a mojito
This very battle disproves your communist initiative
These rhyme skills are not evenly distributed (aah!)
I’m Catholic I’ve got mass when I’m rapping
You’re an ump-Che, that’s Bay of Pigs latin
After what just happened you should retire
Is it the 5th of November?

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