Joto - BLAOW!
BLAOW!
I keep my lyrics coming and attacking your fortress
If I could value you, would your value be "worthless"
so your music is like "money for nothing", like Darin and..
You think you are dope because you sound so american
but anyway... I´ll tie your hands and break your legs,
make you scream of pain when I cut you with razorblades
and I´ll make you say, "Oh Joto !... please hit me"
So I hit you and rips you, gives your arms to these bitches
Treat me well! And i´ll treat you nice and beat you twice
and beat you more... I enjoy to steal your time
because Im a kind of stealing mythomaniac
I go onstage rappin while you reads the encyclopedia
I´ll write RIP on your grave but it wont mean rest in piece
It stands for "raped into pieces" and you wont get peace
my words aint just words... they are ironicly full lies!
but lies assasinates everything, is on point.. like bullseyes!
and uhm... and do almost want to end this with.."gay "
So I do just simply end this and end it in this way:
You die when I use the unfair "Joto wins " method
because it means you lose and I go home with the pot
BLAOW!!
When Life Gives You Lemons You Paint That Shit Gold
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