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Hallucinations (Slowed)
by Cornflex
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Hallucinations are tricking me, making me think, I'm about to die
Murder spree since early evening, now infront of me, I see the tears rolling from a cowards eye
Oh lord why, you make a motherfucker suffer like that, in the middle of the dust, can't get rid off the devil in disguise in the house of mine
Doing lotta bluffing, ruining my heart through rushing, the evil mind, empowered crime, since
I been begging to you, god, I can't lie, I ain't dead yet
I benn stepping forward, aiming 4 award shows, I ain't there yet
Hold up, iron of the 9 millimeter laying on ya temple
I got an order to follow, bust, you better duck, take cover
Rusty old hands, whipe the dead body clean from all the blood upon
Like a working alcoholic, not knowing what the fuck, I've done
And the gun is unloaded, even though moments before it was
Whole clip in da bitch, chop, chop, we shortened it up, chop, we shortened it up
Droptop, though, I ain't riding cabriolet
In a hummer with hundreds of bullets from hunted to hunter, hoe no
I ain't leaving markings your way
Tipping soft, till it paces
Siccniss off the top of my head, ready 4 chases
With the cops, I guarantee, can non of them kill me, nah man, nah
Hallucinations are tricking me, making me think, I'm about to die
Murder spree since early evening, now infront of me, I see the tears rolling from a cowards eye
Oh lord why, you make a motherfucker suffer like that, in the middle of the dust, can't get rid off the devil in disguise in the house of mine
Doing lotta bluffing, ruining my heart through rushing, the evil mind, empowered crime, since
I been begging to you, god, I can't lie, I ain't dead yet
I benn stepping forward, aiming 4 award shows, I ain't there yet
Hold up, iron of the 9 millimeter laying on ya temple
I got an order to follow, bust, you better duck, take cover
Rusty old hands, whipe the dead body clean from all the blood upon
Like a working alcoholic, not knowing what the fuck, I've done
And the gun is unloaded, even though moments before it was
Whole clip in da bitch, chop, chop, we shortened it up, chop, we shortened it up
Droptop, though, I ain't riding cabriolet
In a hummer with hundreds of bullets from hunted to hunter, hoe no
I ain't leaving markings your way
Tipping soft, till it paces
Siccniss off the top of my head, ready 4 chases
With the cops, I guarantee, can non of them kill me, nah man, nah
