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a cutthroat, cut ‘em if they fuck with me Blood-thirst, cutthroat is my alias Blood soaked, cut throats, rip out trachea's Never known for peace, violence is my
Waited up Flare like that it, that feel like rocket Take it up Train my best to look like Rocky Trace it up Ran so much I feel exhausted Trachea
and chyme Asphyxiating rush (breathe in the rancid slush) Grey matter turns to sludge Trachea carbonized Sanity vaporized Cranium cauterized You
per portarti a casa E c'hai le gambe colorate dal colore rosa E c'hai la voce che ti scivola nella trachea Che si nasconde dentro la tua lingua e
gogo Spectacular If me have a preroll, haffi happier It's not a drug, it's a plant Mr Officer Me a use it fi warm up me trachea Wah you a stop me fah
and you're a fucking pig Incision into the trachea You gasp for air But only fill your lungs with blood As I ascend into psychopathy Acetylene torch melts your
That's derelict That type of thinking Would leave me hopeless Meaningless at night My trachea's too tight because I stress all the little things It's only
ya gossiping up outta ya trachea Up outta the trachea wtf you saying bruh I have blood bath with your internal organs and laugh You work at dominoes
movement. My tongue wraps around his neck squeezing the trachea. His moans prevent me from concentrating. If I pull his leg with force, it comes off. Should I
creep up right behind ya Slit your fucking trachea Meet, your, maker Find me a ho, down and ready to go Yeah a freak in the sheets, only few that she
the hating it was making me, smoke the fig leaves cdam and Eve was making we, blatantly was going hard. Evil every breath fam my trachea's opposed to God,
sipping pink lines Only aim for neck up, hoe I feel like Rick Grimes I'ma put one in his trachea I'ma pop a x, make my vision hazier Gripping on this
Your trachea is targeted for particular abuse Alveoli burst as I quench your thirst You're hideously out of breath Pneumonectomy, the most apparent
do You don't have a clue I oughta crack your damn trachea For squeezing in my life Playing wife, stabbed in my back With your diamond studded
now You and your nigga shit shaky And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy
better take the bass out your trachea Imma waste your ??? and your ??? not a fuckin place will be safer Imma say that a scrape be my nature to chase
out your trachea I'mma waste your crepes and your Jäger Not a fuckin' place will be safer I'mma say that it's scraped in my nature to chase
by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper (yeah) And me and Dre are like dog hair (woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers But, like
eighteen-month-old baby to shake him up It'll only take me a second to choke his trachea Breaking his neck in eighty-some places, baby, here Shady comes, lady He's
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger I'm a manger-born puppy holding flight like a hangar do Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet The label
nails through the neck Trachea is torn Gasping sounds are heard Life is leaving him But not soon enough Agony, tortuous Long nails penetrate
trachea Splintered skin Down the throat Choke Lungs fill with blood As vocal chords collapse Oral sex, with broken glass
trachea Splintered skin Down the throat Choke Lungs fill with blood As vocal chords collapse Oral sex, with broken glass
trachea Splintered skin Down the throat Choke Lungs fill with blood As vocal chords collapse Oral sex, with broken glass
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