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That's Life prod. bleach
02:40
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is there any more to this?
this what you call happiness?
i expected more than this tomb
i thought there'd be so much to see
hangin onto empty dreams
take me to the ocean where it's blue
i wake up feelin empty
go to work another day
come back home and go to sleep
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boethiah's calling
got the blade from mephala
feel the wrath of dagon
malacath got my face of rage on
walk in my work with an a to the k
push his brains out his face
i got nothing but hate for this place
and this race to get money
while i'm making nothing
will lead to me cowowrker hunting
expect me to follow a manager? damn
expecting respect from an amateur? damn
these hollow tips bitch ain't no canisters
man, i'm leaving no gods and no managers
fuck all these managers
i'm working fingers to bone
none of these faggots can close
i swear i'm alone
this job got me drinking alone
kill the whole fifth of patron
i'm staying at home
going postal on a sunday
just to come and cash checks on a monday
what you fat fucks know about gunplay
hash house: where the shots served gourmet
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Satan(?)
00:47
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coldemergence robbin bitches for their gucci purses
she got a big back end like a fucking hearse and
she don't even speak english
but she on my penis
rockin royal fabric call me beatrice
these dudes flee when they see and hear my trunk bumpin
yeah i'm a white teen you know im bout to shoot somethin
she givin head like isis
sick like hepatitis
flexing all gold like midas
not to be crass bitch
i like your ass bitch
come over here and put that pussy on my lap bitch
we smoking gas bitch
don't call me dad bitch
i'm a priest and you a boy
welcome to mass bitch
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LIE! prod. kay razy
02:12
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Drinking syrup outta solo cups
I been leaning all day like my elbows up
Ass fatter than a semi truck
And she suck me while her friend throws up
I been gone off the percs and the acid
Fucking 4 girls like a young Charles manson
Speakers still bumping that sabbath
Brains off the axis
10 grand stashed in a mattress
10 caps wrapped in the plastic
Chilling at the mass just to flick blunt ash at the pastor
now this young bitch calling me master
got a white bitch calling me master
spanish bitch twerkin on me off casper
black bitch grind on me like thrasher
don't slow down bitch go faster
don't slow down bitch go faster
fuck hoes like a young charles manson
i got hoes like a young charles manson
fuck girls like a young charles manson
i take pills like a young charles manson
take a seat
i'm a young chris hansen
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i ain't fuckin less she lookin like a crackhead
i ain't fuckin less her pussy and her ass fat
and i ain't fuckin if her pussy aint a trash can in the rain
soakin in slime all day
i ain't fuckin if she rockin with the new wave
i ain't fuckin if she stalkin up beyonce
and i aint fuckin if she givin me a migraine
i'm like wayne
feelin like ice in my drink
i like girls that steal shit
kinda girl leave a bitch with her wig split
kinda bitch to hit your nuts with a drill bit
walkin round in a half off outfit
i like a bitch that rather do than mouth it
i like a bitch that ain't the type to dry snitch
i like a girl that speaks slow in low pitch
with some nails like a left 4 dead witch
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can't flex with the tec cause the shit's not legal
stayin in the dark cause i can't stand people
can't keep friends cause they can't stand me
gotta keep it lowkey ain't a choice in the matter
it's either that or i hit that crack pipe
makin hookers all hate life
see i'm burnin up in that daylight
when i see you pussies it's on sight
ain't no name on the check
blades on the crest
silver on my chain and my neck
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red flames soakin the blade
i'm a renegade
great aether makin blood rain
make em levitate
my glocks speak to me in tongues when i need advice
so i keep em twice at my sides when i'm dodgin vice
opium hits my chest like a twelve gauge
white mage shot up in my brain makes my spine shake
i ain't stoppin at your watch and your purse
my silk robes stay smellin like the back of a hearse
i'll pick your ass off the curb and push you back in the dirt
i'm poppin pills like a motherfuckin regular nurse
i'm cursed where i feel the pain of everyone that i've hurt
so there's a thousand swords stickin out the front of my shirt
got every witch tryna hunt me
pigs tryna bust me
and every sadomasochistic bitch tryna fuck me
but i don't need
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i'm sliding on pheel the phonk
that's my favorite song
i'm tryna fuck you and your friends like i'm genghis khan
my bong filling up with blood up while i'm smokin rocks
these blunts wrapped with wood glue and some bloody gauze
she know i eat people
yeah she know i eat people
she know i eat people
shawty know i eat people
i'm like where my hoes at
i need top quick
i'm tryna find a bad bitch that i can drop kick
i'm feelin nauseous
and now the sun's down
my stomach turnin up in knots from that comedown
i'm like bitch here let me give the rundown
you gon get up in that trunk before they find out
that you are mine now
and i ain't talkin rape
i'm bout to eat your whole stomach like some fuckin steak
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send me on em
semi on em
semi auto
semi on em
catch me chief keef drillin
like a villain
through your fuckin village
bullets my religion
got em grillin
semi auto kill em
bodies imma get em
call up heaven
with my mp7
extended mac-11
he feel threatened
hittin up his reverend
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Narcos (migos cover)
02:28
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Trapping like the narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)
Saying hasta luego (luego)
We'll be in wrapping kilos (ye)
Snub nose with potatoes
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle block hot like a sauna (hah)
Bustas knocking on me, tryna weave with anacondas (fire)
Jumpin' in the water, tryna sneak across the Waterglass (splash)
Gotta seek guards out, got me bit by a piranha (ouch)
I'll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I'm still a gentleman in Cali (Cali)
Static, nigga turn to mean about the cabbage (uh)
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package (brrrt!)
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain't no tellin' what he saw (poke 'em out)
I'ma wire his jaw, I don't know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I'ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they sayin' that we a ring (gang)
Investigatin', takin' pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil' on a plane, going straight to Medellin
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it's the return of the mummy
it's the return of the mummy
it's the return of the mummy
it's the return of the
staying strapped
lickin blood off of my broken hands
yall gettin mad and ya lookin like some bitches man
i got no love for bitches
and all you dudes are fuckin sad
ya fans suck but your bitch is lookin hella bad
these dogs follow like the pack on me
(pack on me)
so i ain't movin less that ass on me
(ass on me)
these straight bitches throwing trash on me
but i ain't sad homie
i keep that strap on me
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catch me noddin off
poppin hella rocks
feelin punk rock
wearin hella locks
i'm sid vicious on a bitch
hit that ass raw
i'm like a mascot
i leave the mask on
when i was young my momma told me never talk to cops
nineteen now i'm rollin in some gucci socks
i got a big glock
sippin big voss
bitch you look lost
pumpin on the moss
i eat that pussy like tunechi
i'm a fuckin god
i'm a fuckin boss
gold inverted cross
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me and my bitch like cloak and dagger
rep that shit like sailor saturn
me and my bitch like cloak and dagger
rep that shit like sailor saturn
won't catch me speaking with your family
acting friendly
bein' nice
bitches know i ain't the type
because they'll know i'll start a fight
yeah these social skills ain't nothing, man
i pop some pills to shake some hands
i need some guidance
in the back to keep from acting violent, man
can't fake respect for people
bitch i'm evil
no one feels like equals
leaning in the darkness
feeling nauseous
pushing pins and needles
if you ain't been through hell and back then you can't ride with me
and i can't ride with you knowing you won't die for me
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bitches call me jack frost
yo what that ass cost
i'm a fuckin phantom thief
i call that mask off
put that fuckin lass on
now she tryna mouth off
i'm just tryna get some
hoes like fuckin gaston
hard like fuckin mastodon
white whale lines off a bitch
slipped her molly now she tryna suck the clit off that bitch
gettin rich now my dyke hoes fuckin white hoes
i take pills and i fight hoes
just a night tho
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make me cry
cause the darkness isn't as bad
as the emptiness
(coldemergence)
god please
haven't left my bedroom in a week
got cobwebs forming on my knees
dry mouth don't water at the thought of a drink
quite as much as the barrel of an smg
and i'm sad cause you ain't speak to me no more
and it ain't looking so great for me no more
my role feels like the clown
i wear my sheets like a shroud
i can't clear up the clouds
i guess you reap what you sow
i alternate between agony and emptiness now
and zoloft start fucking up my memory now
so i can't even keep track of when i'm taking em now
i can't kick that my friends all afraid of me now
and i just wish i had the energy to lacerate
but i ain't even got the energy to masturbate
so my razor blade is looking clean today
haven't ate so the meds can't keep on the weight
(phantom prophet)
Hold my head down to my knees
I feel weak
Just threw up yet I aint eat in a week
Critique all my emotions about you
Anxiety make me out to be a freak
All I think
All I am
All I breathe
in that nicotine
Life's a dream
Holding on to the truth with caffeine
Swanton Bomb into love's ravine
Its obscene
the way I desire to achieve
the attention of a brown girl
what can I say
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Yet I feel sleezy, uneasy
Bout the way I come off so needy
Feel like the 808s Yeezy
All my poems a little bit cheesy
I'm the master of reify
A little bit cheeky
Hide the feelings I have so deeply
I fuck with impiety
Know nothing bout a peace treaty
Watch some porn thats a little bit freaky
Right before I get all weepy
I FUCKING HATE THE HUMAN SPECIES
Aint an ounce of decency
Gotta justify their morals legally
Immediately bow down to hypocrasy
Just blast me straight to Mars
Space Oddity
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