The Serpent And The Rainbow

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Germ is a musical artist known for his unique blend of hip hop and alternative rock. He gained popularity with his introspective and emotional lyrics, often exploring themes of depression, addiction, and self-reflection. With his distinct sound and raw storytelling, Germ has captivated fans worldwide. more »

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Yeah, whoa
(Should a nigga plan a hit or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
(Should a nigga plan a hit or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
Yeah, whoa

I think tonight is a good night to die
Spent most of my life tryna hide
I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds
Lost track of time, pull back the tide
Isolating inside of the hive
Ready to die, in hell I arrive
Leave nothing behind, but empty Backwoods packs
Raised by the last wolfpack
Young mutt in attack mode, taking off the sheep head mask
Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black
Now I got horns on my head, ain't made out of brass
I got horns on my head like a certain zodiac

Yeah
(Should a nigga plan a hit or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
Yeah-yeah, yeah

AK toting, codeine toasting
Hoodlum from that Northside
Frequent overdoser
I'm tip-toeing right through hell's fire
Break the law or break your jaw
Don't any motherfucker come close to me
F*ck your cause and f*ck your boys
If you really wanna die, then come try me
Who? Yung Christ, Yung Christ, demons all around
You don't wanna go outside (knock, knock)
Knock knock at the door, hey honey are you home?
You can hide but you gon' die
Ride for the five and I die for the nine
For my sin can't atone (for my sin can't atone)
Mom raised a killer, dad turned me gorilla
I'ma psycho down to the bone

(Should a nigga plan a hit or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
Yeah, whoa

I don't wanna be that nigga livin' no lie
I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's
Keep it on me no lie, keep it boppin' hold fire
Mama told me keep it solid, boy these niggas fried
Bitch on my dick, lemme beat them insides
I been that nigga can't see my demise
Ride with the fire been the motto for some time
I def seen that text I'm just not gon' reply
GREY59 army right foot left
Peanut butter seats, I keep my lil' bitch fed
I only see the money I must confess
I can't rock with these niggas
Bitch, I'm pressed, bitch, lemt flex
Bitch, I need checks, bitch, I need neck
Die for the set
Pulled off in a jet, got a dub on my neck
Niggas down bad I might buy the whole set

Yeah, f*ck
(Should a nigga plan a hit or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)

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