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of
Cruz is the right hitter like brewers last one 
Come from the dirty stallis
Mouthin some wordy malice
Hit by my young girthy phallus
While its numb

follow too
Well I've never needed anyone
And I sure as Hell do not need you

And you can follow your gods to Hell
'Cause you really ain't got a clue

stuck with you, your trapped in here with me
Your God is dead, there’s nowhere to hide, grit your teeth and say goodbye
Embrace the pain, in this expanse

Got lawyers on the payroll we aint going passed the bookins
Getting high watching life pass by you can throw Me in the jungle and i swear ill survive
Im

getting laid
Doing what I wanna and I wanna show up late
Drugs everywhere it’s hard to get away
Life gon keep me down but on god not tryna die today
I don’t

Gathering, propaganda against disease
Portrait, of dead enemies in the abyss
Luxury, with Christians raped by ours swords
Leadership, my word is

She with the grace of Kora upon the road of tears 
And did they see us shining through winter's dark decree 
Those Gods of time and dying, whom reason

to
Will leave you shocked and betrayed
I looked right up to you
I saw everything you do
But you made me feel so blue
God damn it it's not just you
I admit I

that's full of sons
Who like to pop and shoot at b*tches til they're done

(Like you don't really)

Really get it, I'm the god of the dead
Grim reaper,

runway...
Wait my life been saved... by the son not the one that's on my license plate...
I've been chasing all the stars in the lights on stage...
See

On the gas roaring, Godzilling
With my guitar and cigar bob dylan
Seeing stars, color bars, not filming
Listen man, you know what the deal is

Back by popular

Your bitch still teared up
I take her with me
We in my crib now
She feeling frisky
Triple six tatted on my dick
I see God in her pussy so I hit
Could

for you 
Think You nap 
Been sober since birth so I don't want the pac 
Want these dead presidents 3 
Not Jefferson but I'll settle with a couple

of a poor decision
Breaking records the lethal weapons of my intermission
Long awaited for this moment 
When I'm dead up in the ear beside the face inside

the subject, crack a smile,
While the children all end up dead,

Overlooking the signs, overlooking the signs,
As we all fall, one by one,
I will never pretend,

of this post dead weight cleanse

For too long I've let guilt consume me
Time to end this overwhelming feeling
Won't be defined by idiosyncrasy
Here's my

group marches on,
Fazed not by utter death
We are more than war generation
We are a blockade survivors
We shall see the sun rise above
The Neva

Do you not see you are nothing?
A self fashioned torture device
Flagellating your decaying mind?
Take a tab and fondle... Now stab
Pray to your god

To the tallest tree

The wind took her hair
Off to the wild wild fumes that leaves us here
To face the Gods that doesn't speak 

And though its cold

at the rattle of javelins
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail 
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood
The arrow can't make him flee his

broke boy you not her type

Racks on super size

Dead presidents what I like

But I love when the pussy tight

Beat it up all night

Beat her down like

they're told to think
Inking what their idols ink
Know that they're about to sink
God bless who?

Just go ahead, hail the dead
Face the threat, act upset

are going well 
But not when shit gets harder
You can't skip the process 
Minor set back for major comeback 
We been there done that 
All I got is

me sound
I can't be bound by no boundaries
My mind is free
From all the agony
That you been causing to me
I'm VectorSG
An evil god
Idgaf bout your