Lyrics:
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
with the paint in the balls
Catch you by the elevator and paint the hall
My BGS soldiers
Whippin' the big tanks to war
Grippin' shanks and swords
Quick
Then you hit with the flurry
Where it hot shells and cold hearts who love pain
Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains
Money, money, sex,
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
Did you see it
Execution! Innocent blood betrayed
Hope is constricted, my breath stolen from my chest
Eli, Eli lema sabachthani
Suffocated
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda
[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture
The violations and injustices against them
Abhorrent actions by their government
The FBI, Military and The Vigilantes
On a cold-blooded, red skinned hunt
Three
the sky above the North Pole
Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll
D, JONAH:
Ripped out wide by the spray of the brain
And the blood
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin' up nothin', my brother
Hitmen rollin' up in trenches
Sprayin' at my car, only missin' me by little
her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin' up nothin', my brother
Hitmen rollin' up in trenches
Sprayin' at my car, only missin' me by little
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
that trunk
Than in the cemetery and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's
I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon
like Rick Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in
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