Lyrics:
you picking side nobody saint this time
So im raising three for those i love and pray to actual gods
To be alive you need to die, therefore to shine you
of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving
pussy tight
When I dig in, I feel her bite
Angel by day demon by night
Like a devil in disguise
Devil in disguise
Devil in disguise
Bent over grabbin’
a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic
[Chorus: x3]
Mother fuckas
Comin straight for ya jugular vein
With my double edged blade
the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have
they were forced to commit if they wanna change their lives
Streets place a wage, and roll the dice
Bloody bullet shells from guns, Blood Blade tips from
on a rusty creek pork
And three years went by
Of snake bites and full auto blood
When I lost my leg taking a piss on an old landmine
So they sent me home all
done 3 opps and I done it with the blade DS is tapped and you know we got the same traits consistent upping my pay rate turn victim boy you better chase
Like earth quakes that rotate and Grow great meters by inches Centimeeeters
I roll like centipede worms
They call me GO
Lofi is just is like my enemy
ever gets me
Hold on a second, I gotta pee toilet flushes
'K, I'm done
What's up everybody? My name is Zac
My lyrics are wack
After my brand new album
came to see
That man is standing centre stage, he's been drinking since three
Oh the leading man
He's so drunk that he can't stand
He's being held up by
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
Yeah
One, two, three, psycho bitches on the streets
Yeah they're coming for you under the blood red moon
Make your move, stay alive, no chance
Something Wicked this way comes
Do you hear the sound of funeral drums
In majesty madness runs
By the pricking of thy thumb
Something wicked this way
them titties on blurs
Me and my heart when she smushed
Razor blade, feel it sick
Ain't been home in three weeks, I got two albums
I ain't never been
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
a minute, I see, never must've been, hear me
Surrounded by eleven and they all look grim
Butcher aprons with blood stains
Faces are pigs with people brains
that you heard me
I've been up for three days I've been hurting
Don't you step into my life to just hurt me
Blades thru your heart I love it when you
my blood and all my sweat and all my tears is killing me
I succeed at everything i do why you hatin me
B.L.A.D.E. baby hey baby you just gotta look
bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
In the benches, we see it all off the benches
I learned
reborn
Carried down the valley into youth by his father and mom
Raised by lined blood, welded from a sword
Fantasized about slaying dragons with magic
My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN,
III Heretic
Welcome tired pilgrim
Into the circle
We have been waiting
Everyone's gathered
For your arrival
All the believers
Angels fall
All for
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