Lyrics:
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
more when you put the blade on my arm,
3-infecting my blood with the rust, anger manufactured,
4-the torture is too much, my sanity just got fractured,
A house in green 3-D
A cat dyed black by the slow sunset
And trees who shed their leaves
The train tracks always heat
You can touch, they're right
blade slow
Now I just feel like the devil laid my grave hoe
Eyes closed driving
Baby are you riding
If we both crash
I hope it was exciting
3am dying
your sword again
You veins will show
Once you reap the final consequence
Seas of blood
Will flow from rivers of your wounded men
Sharpen your blade
For
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
uptight
Until these sounds travel faster than the speed of light
Wrote a remix for just for Tyler's album
But I need Hinata here so she can smear like
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
I got the blade on my back when i step in the booth
Empty packs of da backwoods all over the room
The outcome is a blood bath me vs you
Yall cant
by me, precisely
Roman numeral I be
Plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk
Speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
by me
Will you not be free
Mr. Torment plague that be
Shrouded by the ghost of three
You belong too me
Drink the blood of enemy's
You will cry above
wondering
Neck peeking out the suicide doors
Doing donuts in a noose, yeah (Yeah)
Blood covered, blade runner, spray something
Pistol popping the head off
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades
Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed,
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
bleeds from this white cocaine
Fuck around 'nd make a album cover with the blood
Keep a switchblade on me
cll the pills, I'm out my body
cll these pills,
men pussios suck my dick seven nine three come die by the clique
nothing
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire
Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass
the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay
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