Lyrics:
I stand before you as a twist of fate
Cuz the shovel broke digging up my grave
A misanthrope at the end of the day
So here's what I hate
The human
shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners
"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..
Yo ima just come in real cold like
Ha
Minnesota nice
Yeah I’m nice
When I cut up the track
I’m a pro at that
I do it right
I got a story to tell
Got
the mouse crumbs
.223 right here, this'll keep the whole house warm
Then I skate by one of my hoes' house, girl, I gotta use your house phone
'Cause she
got mine, back in here by your design
I've seen this chair so many times, it reads me between the lines.
(Clear, cut, control)
Not the ones left in
the hound dog by the tail
Cut his tail off, so Tater, tell 'em a little bit more about your hound dog
A-show 'em how he went, alright
Well, like you
licks a nigger snitched I took the charge by myself
RealRap on the track so hard that it’s felt
You know yo’self better than anyone else
Have no effect
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
know anymore
I’ve got a plan, I’ve got demands
And they need me to be alive
Cut down, stepped on, stabbed in the back for so long
Left here, for dead
Yeah
Let's take em back
This time it's personal
Uh
I still miss you by my side when we was waking up
I know it's hurting you inside when you was
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
to track the spread
Smoking gun 1 you're dead
Smoking gun 2, like it was said with Tedros at the head
The WHO, with 86 cases outside China here's what they
for the for the bed to sleep in
Perhaps it'll be the ocean that I sink in
From the very blood I'm bleeding
Where should the cut begin
Should I be sober
outlandish shit
Track it down killin it
I might just tag it up, bag it and finish it
Certain it’s you or me I will not accept defeat
Adapt to the strat hold
Losing track of the time
With your girl by the side
Laying back in your ride
As you coast, coast
Living life give a toast, toast
Yeah yeah we like
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
confused but when it comes to money you know I'll be sure
Cause when I touch it I feel no pain, Like a temporary cure
All my dawgs got some issues feeling
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
It's Barbie bitches
We got Tom Tom's over here bigger than a monster
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
We got tom tom's over here bigger than
someone cut the ribbon
Because
Lately I've been feeling like my thoughts are on the rise
I've been tryna cure my spirit before it truly dies
Smiley Wiley's
I was just driving through them lanes
She hit me up
Say she gotta cut that grass
'Cause she can't trust me on my own
I stopped in my tracks
And said
my life the canvas, the world, the easel
Combines a perfect picture for people
My words is colorful like autumn
The way they fall on the track like
waiting for? I blaze them all I'm past hot
Fuck you, fuck your team, fuck your mascot
Trash talk talk trash walk past but don't look
I can tell by the vibes
one
Pen up and clap it I feel no fear
You don't wanna gas about
The top man here
Built from the smoke man
I see that clear
Wanna see o's to
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