Omen
Ramirez, $uicideboy$
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Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along I got more Adderall, chill out Bitch, I be the poor vagabond Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon I'm a gone pecan Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon I can't explain the phenomenon Runnin' from the cops like a marathon Cut em' to the palm Sing a sad song to your bitch Now she sendin' me emoticons F*ck her throat on the intercom In my locker, there's a bomb Hit a lick at prom Kill a thousand people, then I yawn Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm Rap game Genghis Khan ah, f*ck! Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey") Thinking, "should I cut they head?" (Who said that?) SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun Kicked up with a 44 Don't know where this from Sweet lick on a sweet bitch She used to suck my dick Told me, "keep it secret Can't make this pub-a-lic" Xans, son, I got xans, son Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak F*ck that codeine, I need that tan, son Doped up 'till I OD, ayy, f*ck the police Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness Cold blooded mothafucka' Leave a nigga heartless Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious Don't f*ck around and leave a Nigga just like a carcass Huntin' them busters Takin' them down to the dungeon Don't make a sound The devil's comin' 'round the corner Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound Look into my eyes and tell me what you see And see that a killer is on a killing spree! Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life Live by the sword and you die by the knife! (try it) don't hesitate to take a Nigga life real quick Cause if you do, the nigga is Gonna try to take yours, bitch
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Written by: Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, Scott Arcenaux
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