Alf The Explicit – Blades

Alf The Explicit – Blades Lyrics

Artist: Alf The Explicit
Song: Blades

Drop this metal on the f#ckin’ pedal
b#tch you want a medal?
With these beats I’m going mental
I’m stepping down to your level

Cause these motherf#ckin’ cunts gotta pay
m#th*rf#ck*r, m#th*rf#ck*r, prick wanna play
Cause b#tch gonna pray and slay
With a semi-automatic b#tch gotta spray

Ay
Ay ay ay
I’m done slaughtering myself I finna get a life
I’m done with this f#ckin’ fight

Fatty fatty gone fitty fitty
Quick motherf#cka’ give me a whiskey
These m#th*rf#ck*rs want me in the guilty
Motherf#cka’ this gettin’ trippy

I met so many motherf#ckin’ diddys
When you see too much you’ve seen too way too f#ckin’ much
Process this stuff in your head and use it as material
Use it for no measure

Or for your own treasures
Because you’re a bloody terror
Elm streets nightmare
When they see you somewhere

With no shame or dispair
Motherf#cka’ gotta beware
Using my hardware
But It’s gonna be nowhere

The beat going hee ho
So just go for the flow
And you gotta slow
When you roll in the dough

And then you’d be a pro
So take my motherf#ckin’ sh#t and run off with it
I had enough f#ckin’ wit to hit it
And if i could i’d always f#ckin’ skip it

And I wish I’d f#ckin’ split and slit it
And when I get a hoodie and f#ckin’ zip it
When the motherf#cka’ always lippin it
I’d call myself dick so they had dick in their f#ckin’ mouth

So they can’t get a f#ckin’ spouse
I’m doing this sh#t all on my f#ckin’ own
Which bothers people to the f#ckin’ bone
I’m gonna be clean when you make a cleaning drone

Cause I’m on the golden f#ckin’ throne
Ay, f#ck google chrome
It’s sh#t and other browsers are better
Now let’s get back to making a f#ckin’ trend-setter

Breaking blocks like I’m f#ckin’ ender
Let’s start the f#ckin’ terror
f#ckin’ angering all the b#tches in the universe
Let’s see what f#ckin’ cunt the other person is

I bet he has a f#ckin’ tongue of piss
And smells like a f#ckin’ dish of fish
Drop this metal on the f#ckin’ pedal
b#tch you want a f#ckin’ medal?

With these b#tches I’m going f#ckin’ mental
Drop this metal on the f#ckin’ pedal
b#tch you want a medal?
With these beats I’m going mental

I’m stepping down to your level
Cause these motherf#ckin’ cunts gotta pay
m#th*rf#ck*r, m#th*rf#ck*r, prick wanna play
Cause b#tch gonna pray and slay

With a semi-automatic b#tch gotta spray
Ay
Ay ay ay
I’m done slaughtering myself I finna get a life

I’m done with this f#ckin’ fight
Fatty fatty gone fitty fitty
Quick motherf#cka’ give me a whiskey
These m#th*rf#ck*rs want me in the guilty

Motherf#cka’ this gettin’ trippy
I met so many motherf#ckin’ diddys
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Alf The Explicit Lyrics – Blades

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From the album:
District Zero [Explicit]
Release Year: 2010