G.R.E.N.A.D.E
UNLKY13
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I don't know if I control All the voices in my soul Handgrenades and steel tip poles Put bulletholes in designer clothes F*ck you and the clique that you came with F*ck you and all of your fake shit F*ck you, need no rigged conversations No luck, kick him out of his fake shit You ain't really crazy You ain't really crazy Keep on talking like that And you won't fucking make it You ain't really crazy You ain't really crazy Mask up Pop off, until it's fucking jamming In the pit smoking gases Paralyzing the masses With a flick of my wrist I get your bitch fucking gasping Ain't got shit But some weed and a ton of bad habits Light it up Trunk in the front F*ck I'm still manic Bitch boy, we run it Come on and tell me something About the bills that you've been making Start to seem like you've been flaunting U-N-L-K-Y-1-3 Means atleast triple the beat G-R-E-N-A-D-E Drop it of on your feet Body parts in the sky Feel like a new sinner Grin in the cut I paint a new picture Blo-blo-blood red eyes and a new cleaver Melody of the end I'm fucking Hans Zimmer I don't know if I control All the voices in my soul Handgrenades and steel tip poles Put bulletholes in designer clothes Hold up look at me throwing nades at foes like it's a pokéball You know that I am coming for you when you see the bodies fall All crazy with that energy while leaving scars right on their souls I blow shit up and never stop like I'm in need of adderall Born in a blaze, yeah it all feels amazing Hopes going to fade when the sparks gon' embrace you Look who you're facing, watch who you're chasing Come with the hate, I don't care, it's the same shit G-R-E-N-A-D-E's Will cut their life expectancies And leave them all deceased And leave them all deceased Put them all in misery 'Cause I don't have no empathy And leave them all deceased And leave them all deceased Knock, knock Like who the f*ck is that You see the curses on his neck Don't look in his eyes or you feel dread Bullets gonna fly and you see me Blow shit up See me blow shit up See me blow shit up See me blow shit up See me blow shit up Split the earth in two I'ma f*ck them up And send them to the moon I don't know if I control All the voices in my soul Handgrenades and steal tip poles Bulletholes in designer clothes
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