Lyrics:
And my call reached the tombs in the moonlight
and they opened by unseen hands.
Grim spirits blessed by the aura of the comsos
rise forth to fulfill my
It's 448 grams, it's 448 grams
It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't
of the snow is discoloured with blood
Winter's innocence defiled by summer's soul
Red eyes in the dark reveal Death's mood
Man's heart only has a bottomless
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
is live, pump up the base
I got tentacles coming out my face
I rise into the air cut myself open
Warm blood pours down all round
I speak from
you tell them it's in the hands... the hands of God?
While you're there
Might finish your search on it
And I'm ready
Ready, are you ready?
My God
feel cra-zy
(One, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time
start bleeding
Why am I awake? This is a crime to keep me here alive
My broken body is lifted by the hands of the ones I victimized
My bag of bones is
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
your egg
Woman you own my bed
The world is in our hands
Yeah
Won't stop till
That one sperm hits your egg
Woman you own my bed
The world is in our hands
hand...
aye, all sword fodder.
Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters,
slake the thirst of steel burning
the fire, it breathes
Cry, look at the sky
Right, before you die
What pain will it take, take?
The blood in my heart
Boils with vengeance
My ears are
What you thought it was nigga I'm the man round here
Hands down man down by my grandma crib
On the east
Riding round don't be slipping
Don't
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
you to lay down
I want you to lay with nothing more to say
I want you to lay down
And offer blood to the hand that bleeds
Thus look away
My body fails
grinding till the end
I see pain, I see darkness, I feel blood on my hands
I'm a fucking monster got them screaming in my head
One day I will turn insane so
wrong with my head
On my block i pour my blood I'm leaving a scent
I don't like when other mother fucka's act up
Who does got my hand holding my strap
of that message
And I'm just excited to be able to share it with you
Hey, justified me, glorified me
Paid my ransom and I've been redeemed by his blood
Go
You wanna twist my words around my throat
Everything's a joke since you broke my heart
Like glass on the floor by your car by the door
Cause you're
Georgia going 95
We're in Statesboro now, giant Jenga is the move
I'm drunk on the sideline, I hope this game ends soon
I'm pretty high, but my blood
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
cock
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
The sins of the flesh
button window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach,
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