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Filthy (Letra)

Soulfly

Soulfly

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Fuck fat ass nasty dirty niggas
Filth, shit, fuckin filth yeea
Lalalalalala
[proof]
Ayo my style bust holes in the earth
Crush the crust by the dirtiest
Be the specializing in stoppin breathin
My legion a bleed man whether you belive in
Heaven and hell
Make your grill swell it aint hard to tell
I work spells or wicked like _
Put _ head first, the round bursts another victim

[bizarre]
Nah man the boy pick em, stick em

[eminem]
Hands on the half shit, i’m fillin my glands full of acid
Two hands full of ass dancing with angela bassett
Make plans for the casket
Your head lands in a basket
A dead mans in a plastic
I got red hands and a mass of fits
[bizarre]
Yeaah em
Fuckin rap pervert, i serve dirt
My sick thoughts get all mixed up like rainbow sherbert
Get every nerve hurt, spot a mic and walk toward it
My whole click will beat your fuckin ass and camcord it

[bizarre]
Somebody hide my too many hoes on my dick
Smoked all your hay who wants to start the crucial conflict
Im the big daddy smokin blunts in cali
End up doing a drive by at the stay in school rally
Stop stop knockin cuz aint nobody there
Hoes with aids i still fuck bare
Cuz i, i just dont care
Ill enuff to fuck up all your dental care
When bizarre kid comes through you better yell may day
Or you was havin good times like dynamite kujo _

[kon artis]
Yeah yeah bitch i get helmet from stank crack heads
And read my kids horror stories when i lay em to bed
Ridin bikes butt naked
Gettin freshed by police men
Fuck christmas this is take a gift season
Beatin kids up for no reason
Take lunch boxes and all
Get em high off mushrooms
And play a friendly game of dodgeball
Biiitch!

Ayo
Battlin the dirty dozen that dont pay
You god dam right punk stay outta my way
[5x then fades out]

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Filthy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Hello? / [laughs] / hello?

Rhyming as i’m coming to the top, / with my back-pack of rhymes i won’t stop. /
Every lyric / flying high like a dove / as the lord / sprinkles his love /
On me. / his assigned destiny, / teaching, preaching, c’mon / question me! /
I have the answer to the master-plan. / if you can’t, / then i can. /

Jumping the chitz(?) as i speak out, / wondering what it’s all about, /
Wishing i was only a dream / and i wasn’t so extreme. /
Gonna make you see i’m not faking it / like all the others that be making it. /
Ecstatic, and stating the facts; / take heed to my extracts. /

Following the paths of me, / eat ‘til you fill your greed. /
Feeding on my knowledge like a cake, / the smell of truth as i bake. /
Some goals / you will achieve; / no loss or debt to believe; /
Believe me, i wouldn’t lie, / for my question / i need your reply. /

Whatever / you take from me, /
Whatever / you say, /
I try / to make you see /
Things / my way. /
Touch me, / take my hand. /
Hold on tight. / as tight as you can. /
I’ll be with you / all the way. /
I’m asking you / won’t you stay? /
It’s your reality. /

Durbba durbba duhr, /
Badurbba durbba duhr, /
Badurbba durbba duhr, /
Badurbba durbba duhr. /

Earning respect from the crowd / as expression of my meaning comes loud, /
Bringing it all across / so as you know who’s boss. /
This is not a media hype – / maybe i’m just not that type. /
My rhymes that’ll lift you like a drug, / like a mat, i’ll be your rug. /

Whatever / that you say, /
I’ll never / turn you away. /
You don’t know me / as you are, /
My mind is / what you have caught. /
Touch me, / take my hand. /
Hold on tight, / as tight as you can, /
I’ll be with you / all the way. /
I’m asking you / won’t you stay? /
It’s your reality. /

Durbba durbba duhr, /
Badurbba durbba duhr, /
Badurbba durbba duhr, /
Badurbba durbba duhr.
[laughs]

Filthy (Letra)

D12

D12

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Do you want this pain inside?
Where’s your head?
Are you thirsty?
Do you know all the simple things that it
Takes to change my mind?

Instead of lying boldly…
That face could be so pretty
But you scarred it all before
Put everything aside

Now i know you’ve filled my life (she said)
Is there no weapon to make this end? (you said)
I’m sorry, i didn’t help to pretend (you said)
Cause i know nothing in my life is chained forever
Now that you can find a way

Where’s the frowning?
Where’s the crying?
Where’s the "i would bleed for you?"
You held my hand well…
Feed the image…
I know it’s hard for you to believe…
That you could be alone now
The picture seems so close
But i’m so very far away
But not far enough

Now i know you’ll ruin my life (he said)
Is there no weapon to make this end? (you said)
I’m sorry i didn’t help to pretend (she said)
Cause i know nothing in my life is chained forever
Now that you can find a way

Hey, you sold yourself again
It never comes back again
Yeah, you sold yourself again
Bitch you fucked it up again
Bitch do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Do you want this pain inside?
Where’s your head?
Are you thirsty?
Do you know all the simple things that it
Takes to change my mind?

Instread of lying boldly…
That face could be so pretty
But you scarred it all before