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Designate targets that rifle exploded
The tithes of the ocean turn hellish regardless
skeletal skin epidermal is thin it get shredded to shit
In a second its rotted
Fuck around with it the crystal hard magazine
lift up his slack cuz his muscles on atrophy
Naturally I've been obsessed over anything
Showing the signs of an idle to memory
How does it it work?
Out of my element
cant grasp a thing I'm without my intelligence
You've been a dummy
Your losing to nothing
Your lose of a score
Is the proof that we running
Dead man walk
Left off shot
Bitch it's been bout it that caution tape lining the
Dead white chalk
I might run in just to tarnish your legacy
Your so pathetic it's really embarrassing
Even in life you've been talking of many things
You dont know anything you dont know anything
Circles in crops and the circles are moving
Trajectory you and
Your whole life is losing
Flexing a tool but your destined
To move
When the aiming at you
Cuz your head is delusion
X2
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Getting out
Risk maneuver
He gon a different route
Glisten out
The corner of his eye just like
Its Christmas out
Chiming bells final hour
Time for you to wish and tell
Find you theres no taking shelter
Now he bunking with the shells
Rounds make him exfoliate
She built for sin and wants it
But to me shes just a boring face
Dont need a piece to fill me
I just need a rope and loads of chains
Feel you need some filling
Fingers flipping from the ceiling
You dont fit in with my era
got an air of no forgiving
I'm so sick of
All this bullshit
They'll catch you when you act so foolish
You've been just a pawn in these
movements
You've risked all you got, for a few chips
Drunken stupor
Drooling
While I clutch the news
your losing man
Evacuate your street
Your block is mine
Look what I'll do with it
I knew that your the stupid type
An ego make a man go mad
Stripped from what your blessed
To have
excuse me I have More to write now
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3. |
DEFCON [PROD. ISTASHA]
02:19
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Skull broke it get brittle as the jaw bone
Breaking down particles of sludge into its maw soaked
Goop dripped tubes ripped hanging out the bottle
Loose lipped, two shits handled by tommorow
Large ligths flash gonna send him on a bad way
dark night path catch him emptying his ash tray
Yall type last at like everything it's that way
Ammo In the sack we be flexing out the back way
Mince meat shit
Taking cover on his blitzkrieg
Dig deep pits,
push him over and we fill these
Medicine
Hella gifted
Watching when I'm not around
30 round drum get to rocking if he popping out
In the head I bet he bled the blue
I got no interest
in you
I couldn't give a less it's TRUE
That your a bitch
We getting thru
No soul, now he frigid as the north pole
Reaching for the defcon, spread across the whole globe
Hit crowd with the strike but I no sold
Paid for this life fly a kite for the light bolt
Haunted tree yard shit
It's no way of getting out
Your lost in these marshes
Those old strays are ringing out
Look like a Martin
Deformed kid is kicking round
Soft tissue cut in
doctor gonna stick around
God bring war
lord bring loss
Corpse on the floor
Blood stains in tub
It be disaster slipping on the gloss
Found in the after, slug thru his gut
I might fuck around
Put a murder on a fucking leech
Mangled up mind like the tendrils in my other reach
You all in the cut when we smoke it up yuh
Weapons equipped when we posted up aye
Your in the middle of a crisis
I'm not in the mood
I'm falling to my cynical devices
I'm like
Kid you shouldn't try it
Youd regret it in a second
your statistics isn't risin
youd delete all that you've made
But wont admit that one likes it
Can you pleas tell a story that is not wove
On your knees simply begging for a spot oh
Your one of those you ain't better than the lot tho
Your pretty low on the totem in your spot oh
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You ain't been about this
You ain't been about that
You get let from out it
Headed for the mouse trap
You sippin from the whole milk
Catch us all around back
Pissing in your oatmeal
Its sure to go to south fast
What's the problem? Theres no issue less you make it one
You
Your looking stoic but need tissues when we vacate bruh
It's a trauma
When that oxymoron
Hit your ears
Little meaning
from these tracks
Is
What you will be gettin here
Cut his arm off, now he'll never fap
Hell get hauled off, seconds in a flash
Got the sawed off, ready in a jiff
Got no balls on, headed for it quick
Computer virus
Monster people
On the monitor
His new devices
Got the screens
All locked and monitored
The room is wired
With these cameras
That are watching close
See him try to
Be the answer
But hes also gross
You ain't been about this
You ain't been about that
You get let from out it
Headed for the mouse trap
You sippin from the whole milk
Catch us all around back
Pissing in your oatmeal
Its sure to go to south fast
You've been a bitch
You've been abandoned
For a little bit
We in the mix and we be landing
wont give a shit
Cuz your complacent
Pouring grapes
In short your basic
Fornicate
With
holes in walls
Aboard your basement
Yeah I hate it
Off the Goop, triggers pulled he falling off the roof
Right into my manner making banter with your mom at 2
Im on the roost with my pop corn as I scoff at you
Watch you smoking rocks while using cameras till your body blue
body like a wet stream
Shotty make his breath cease
Gurgles in my neck
I'm as cocky as a wet dream
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SHAME CUBE [PROD. SOLSA]
02:12
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Weapon cybernetic
Trench coat cover lower face
That ammo magnetic
Turn clepto in running race
Ratchet out it's a death note in front his face
Half the hounds get fed tho half dont nothing great
Crawling to the surface
Used to weather in this furnace
Golden calf it come to worship
Carry bags of guns to start it
But the Armour shredded, carcass wetted
Nuke will launch the Armageddon
Shooting off these arms
My tendril grope the heart and start to shred it
All mine
All minds
In the cross fye
Glock 9
Rock like
When it Rocks yikes
All night
God
Brought in the starlight
Alright
Yall locked in the cross sights
Cog sight
Looking dim
Like a car light
Cult like
Dagon
In the high tide
Four five
They gone
When it fly by
Soar highs
Make off
With your life line
Blood soaked, come close
Pull up and the gun smoke
Rust glows yuh gross shoot and leave his lungs broke
Large coat, mars rove, ruler of the dust bowl
Shooting at the dusk so lucid as the drugs flow
Big gun, long scope, relics in the cargo
Shoot him for some food then the pelicans are startled
Veteran to gods will
Racking up a large bill
Your dying atop our hill
Swallowing the large pill
Microchipin lord
Hypodermic needles
Junkies on the floor
Eyes are turned to see you x2
Now I'm writing cryptic nihilistic science fiction
Wow Sirens getting louder at the sight of this shit
When your rapping thats the noises of a crying infant
9 will split his shit back leave that bitch inside the cryogenics
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