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jugular blood don't draw
My neck, my responsibility
E mono I'm alone hitting grandmother with a bomb
I can't separate the dogma
So I trade to rest my

The chill in his bones gets worse by night
He blows a kiss with his eyes
There is no god at this hour she said
With a smile across her lips
The fate

they will pass 
No time to relax
My time is running thin

I'm lost in the lost woods 
Protected by my hood
100 years passed
Her strength draining fast

him
Way we did it was gruesome
Make him swim in blood that he's losing
Scoring, it will never get boring
Floor him, swing my shank and then bore him
Saw

gone need it all, can you really knock his hustle
Little nigga lifting iron he ain't even move a muscle
He think he'll make it big by robbing players

I draw my painting I for 
One know that i thought im born to be bored
Dead like momentarily
No men ahead of me
Going at seventy
Ending my legacy

everyday
Everybody loses control when i draw first blood on the stripper pole

Get ready
It's time
Lets dance
Or die

Step left step right twist swirl get

to You for grace
Stained by sin to You I cry
Wash me Savior or I die

While I draw this fleeting breath
When my eyelids close in death
When I soar through

Carmen, Electrify you in the back of a pickup Truck
Grocery, stick it up, gross I know it's enough, Blood I get it

I'm off like I'm a light switch Cut by

imagined
It might be the last time I let my dreams run wild
I cut them into pieces, gave them to other people
My blood, sweat, and tears into making theirs

the light

Conspire in darkness, the madness sub-stained
Cauterized my mind to relegate the pain
Knowing that the sentence draws near
The obstacle you face

ugh
Hickory Dickory Doc
Doc I got villainized after activating the button mechanics on the intercom
You instigate a situation
And I dead a conflict by

we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,

to the source
Consuming them with no remorse
To satiate the hunger
One by one we'll drag them under
To wake him from a slumber
Rip open their chest
And offer up

with me on the Beat hoe Spit leathel, bullied my way In the game KeyBo 
Real bandito draw blood like a misquito 
Click a pretty bitches been off

the curtain
Here, take pictures of my ticker covered in heart stickers
Scratch to catch the whiff of my shares are itching whiskers
They smell blood, it pools

know say for any battle
Know na we dey draw first blood bi ti Rambo (Rambo)

Naija is getting harder than hard o

Synonym of evil hope you know say nai

shot, one kill, no deleted scenes
Gun shot, blood spill, face in smithereens
What's hot, what's real, does it really mean
The dust spot in 98, yeah you

problems
Don't sweep under rugs
You claim you pull strings
Well don't get your shit tugged
No juice in my cup
Can tell by my mug
Our shit double cupped
Don't

in
Sacrilegious slit dripping with sin
Diabolical fury no longer restrained
This release sets fire to her veins

Unholy arousal
Driven by the night

been morphing my judgment with wrongs & rights
Parkinson's when I draw the line
My life's been fragile as I tread down this lonely road
No one for me

Went down to the bottom woke up kinda pissed 

Put blame on nobody how could I forget 

Mixin with bloods ignoring my kin 

Cut off support ignorance

Now we take up in arms
Cause some words that are sharp
Will draw blood for the sharks

to light
I'm only a creature
No, I've never felt this virtue
I've never been in this place
Where even when I fall
I am redeemed
Nowhere
I had felt this