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played it off like it ain't phase me
When it's dark that's when this lil light of mine start shooting rays
I'll kill em all till you say I'm crazy
You

There are those who disagree, well not me of course
There are those who don't believe, no not like me
I will find them for you I will
I'll even kill them

I kill em off fast
Not one for the playing I'm really just saying
You see my flaming caught flames then I ate it
Moves that I'm making don't be out

I know that we boutta get it so done
And you know wassup
I know that you'd ride
I would take my life for you
Maybe be my wife
By the sight of you

556
1 keep that stick
So if you play
I'll break your bone
Cartier my damn cologne
My cougar say I smell too grown
So Tell me wtf that mean
I'm still

by my castle
If you're a bitch I'll fuck you
If you're a nigga I'll blast you
Ask a question, 3 seconds to answer
Kill a photographer shooting

said was complicated
You fuck with the clan there'll be complications
Bust it
I Reinvented myself
Got to the top
Yeah, I did it myself
Straight from

one of them niggas that be claiming to be ill my aim is to be real
So I guess that I've achieved that believe that
Kill the beat and put it in a b bag

Evil Lair

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Intro
You got it

1st Verse
In my evil lair I’m right there

Uh!
You that Pretty Young Thang
Did you like I'm Pooty-Tang
You might go ahead and make
A n***a buy a ring...
(Buy a ring!)
That cucci got a young

clean (skrrt, bah, bah)
Fentanyl flow, I'ma kill 'em off slow
I'm the realest also (damn), what you really call G.O.A.T. (ayy, yeah)
They can't copy my

finna get him
Finna hit that boy with that Smith & Wesson
Hit him with a hundred shots
You know that chopper finna fly

I'll kill any pussy hatin', boy,

gonna buy it if it's loose
Trapping in the hood
Everybody thinking that it's good
Till a nigga tryna kill you over drugs
I ain't even need a plug
Niggas

slapped
By your own hand
Look in the mirror
See you're no man
If you don't expand
I'll pay a couple of grand
Touch the lives of you and your clan
Thats who

don't you scream don't you try to fucking fight
Pull the trigger at your dome now you gonna see the light
Me and my clan ain't nothing to fuck with 
So if

the skills to fuck with my fleet
I lay down my laws and laugh without pause you making that soft and braking that off
You faking that In a circle of the ill

to sue em for telling me that I can't retire 
After everything I've done, still nothing major 
Driven by these moments, I'll recall them later 
You be

Inauguration Day

J-Zone

Music for Tu' Madre

call security" My bad I'll introduce to ya 
The clan grand wizard and my name is Lucifer 
But you could call me Satan "Yo to barge in here is rude

official
Don't care if they have an issue
'Cuz I know I'll be alright
If in this life I'm rollin with you
 
You're a dime, add on 99
Girl you're fine
Body

to the Boons for this bullshit 
Weaponry by telepathy, lead chucker genetics 
Your dependence on cybernetics quite pathetic 
Behead the heathen believing my clan

I know I'd rather be depressed inside a range
And they can claim I'm strange
This life to me is just a game
If it's war then bring your clan
You

Food, Clothes, Medicine

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think
Hunger pains chump change 
Tell it to how his belly get when booji hopes hellions
Food clothes medicine

So I gotta mask up like Sango kill em all hiraikotsu
Gonna flip on it like Tanjiro slice the beat and cut a hoe
Demon slayer I'll take your soul gotta

Bitch Smackin Killa

Project Pat

Murderers & Robbers

2000

and Wessons
Testin' the clan just to see if you can get enough
You's a foolish man I'll be damned if we don't fuck you up
So whassup with your posse with