Lyrics:
deep down inside you mad at yourself
pull the gun and blast at him you blast at yourself
ever knew somethin was true and then nodded to yourself
cause
finished
What?
Even though the kid's dead
I'm still seeing red
I'm just a shell of his form
That his innocence shed
He lived a good life and he
yourself for what you couldn't keep
I'm like an Etch-A-Sketch and love is cheap
V3
Some say DiVinci kept one by his bed
He made it out of goat bones, glass
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
the red eight?
Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straight
When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen
Drinkin and blowin
a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form
the ground,
She would whisper the words:
Where there is life there is hope,
Where there is hope, there is life.
These are the words of the water.
VERSE 3
him in a hearse
Free LB, gotta hold that bird
Hate getting get stopped by fed
More time I forgot what I had in my pocket
If he gets close then pop it,
statement, if I do
Make sure I'm dead
All you hearin' is the Drac' click
Then my eyes turn red
And I wasn't surprised when- switched
It was out his hands i do
D-d-d-d damn
Never smoked nothing like this in my life
Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite i'm high as a kite
Levitate
real
Money talk thats a podcast
Say things you going to walk back
Johnny Cash dressed in all black
Ain't a kickback I just sit back
Count three stacks
my ears
I'm down for whatever, she's the one who can let me know
I reach for the throttle but there's nothing left inside
I think it's three
I took another sip of the
Yac' and leaned back
To my surprise she forgot who my face is
The same one from 3 years ago in here waiting
On her
understand the plan and the Blueprint
They tell us to wear it as long as the shoe fits, but I'm about to lose it
The shoe is three sizes too small for my feet
[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and sodomy
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills
I'll make your
of Judas)
THE DEVIL:
I'm the watcher of the red skies
The spirit of death
I am speaking in his mind
He repeats what I said
I'm the voice inside his head
Two, three, four
We could fly to the moon
Get there by tomorrow afternoon
I don't wanna speak too soon
But I think I love you
I'm red, look
and peeled on the walls
The hydrangea and red rose
Strangled by vines, ooh
I don't live here anymore
I don't live here anymore
All the ashes of our
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
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