GOD SLAYER! PE$O PETE
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[Intro: PE$O PETE & vasto]
Aye! (vasto!)
You already know who it is, man (Come on, bro)
Big Sukuna, big Heian Era champion (It's 2024, fleet)
A thousand years, I came back, they still sweet as fuck (Let's go!)
I'm over here monologuin', thinkin' to myself, "Damn, why Yuji so god damn sweet?" (He's trash!)
Higuruma packed up, Gojo packed up
I took yo' goat and made them toast, bitch (Yeah)
Watch out, man, I'm here (Uh, why it sound like—)
[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Who really could step my shit up? Said they one-upped, not yo' brothas
Who really could back they shit up? Say they run up, not Nobara (Not Nobara)
Check the author, blame me for my prowess, they made I got power
Plead for life, ain't like the sound, no bush beat 'round, we kill ya proper ([?])
I'm heavy walkin', brodie not a yapper, worse, he just a talker
I got water, lead bro to the slaughter, next is Davy's locker (I got water, lead bro to the slaughter, next is Davy's locker)
Betty Crocker, say you cookin' wild, but, bitch, I'm Betty, proper ([?])
You ain't on no job, brodie think he clocked in, but you just a war (Whoa)
Shit not feelin' right, look-alikes, sound-alikes, botted likes, I don't like (No, no)
Crossed lines, dotted lines, 'lotta lines, y'all ain't even god damn right
'Lotta bodies, lot bodied, chop on me in a crossbody, damn (Damn)
Throw a volley, handle volleys while my extra hands crossin', why? (Why? Why?)
[Bridge: PE$O PETE]
I can't believe it
My competition all has cognitive dissonance (They do)
Buddy's a simpleton (He is)
PE$O just straight to the point, rocket missile tip
Energy Michelin
Who y'all got, man? Who am I missin'?
Aye! (vasto!)
You already know who it is, man (Come on, bro)
Big Sukuna, big Heian Era champion (It's 2024, fleet)
A thousand years, I came back, they still sweet as fuck (Let's go!)
I'm over here monologuin', thinkin' to myself, "Damn, why Yuji so god damn sweet?" (He's trash!)
Higuruma packed up, Gojo packed up
I took yo' goat and made them toast, bitch (Yeah)
Watch out, man, I'm here (Uh, why it sound like—)
[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Who really could step my shit up? Said they one-upped, not yo' brothas
Who really could back they shit up? Say they run up, not Nobara (Not Nobara)
Check the author, blame me for my prowess, they made I got power
Plead for life, ain't like the sound, no bush beat 'round, we kill ya proper ([?])
I'm heavy walkin', brodie not a yapper, worse, he just a talker
I got water, lead bro to the slaughter, next is Davy's locker (I got water, lead bro to the slaughter, next is Davy's locker)
Betty Crocker, say you cookin' wild, but, bitch, I'm Betty, proper ([?])
You ain't on no job, brodie think he clocked in, but you just a war (Whoa)
Shit not feelin' right, look-alikes, sound-alikes, botted likes, I don't like (No, no)
Crossed lines, dotted lines, 'lotta lines, y'all ain't even god damn right
'Lotta bodies, lot bodied, chop on me in a crossbody, damn (Damn)
Throw a volley, handle volleys while my extra hands crossin', why? (Why? Why?)
[Bridge: PE$O PETE]
I can't believe it
My competition all has cognitive dissonance (They do)
Buddy's a simpleton (He is)
PE$O just straight to the point, rocket missile tip
Energy Michelin
Who y'all got, man? Who am I missin'?
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