fixator

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Death By Dishonor

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[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

we be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherfucking mind
germ got the axe
watch him lift it up and then swing it from behind

[VERSE II: GERM]

who is he?
that fucker a beast
came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece
cold summers with them long winters, if need be
fuck the world, bitch, i'm balls deep

[VERSE III: LIL INFECTED]

demons surround me
i'm drowing
i'm fiending for opiates
scheming
i hope it gets colder
the seasons they change but we holding
defeating the opposition
opposite of the competition

[VERSE IV: LIL REMAINS]

we start a fucking riot
don't try me
i strike like lightning or tyson
do drive by's riding on bikes, man
i swear that murder excitin'
i'm expediting your life's end
we multiplying alliance
you biting? well, i'm delighted
welcome to hell, i'm your guidance

[VERSE V: GERM]

hold on
call on me
diamonds dancing, homie
running for office
offensive and lawless
balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect
fucked up be my set like ratchets with hatchets wilding
catching necks.
i'm bout bad shit like where the plague at?
that guy with the lost cause
fifty one fifty
spazzing, screaming where the flame at?

[VERSE VI: LIL INFECTED]

flame on
plague calm
stained palms
pop eight pills now the fucking pain's gone
slaying yall
chain flawed
same song
change long
long mane
raised kong
trained kong to slay them broads
reign strong

[VERSE VII: LIL REMAINS]

dirty nasty up the ante
drop top, dat way
mr. pop off on a banny

[VERSE VIII: GERM]

i got a bottle of thompson
bunch of shitty whiskey in me
gentilly with the 7th ward lord
razor blades slice the vocal chords

[VERSE IX: LIL INFECTED]

from new orleans to atlanta
sip a dirty big shot fuck a fanta
sell out a show in santa ana
dirty nasty propaganda

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LYRICS:
When this love subsides
I never realized
the vibe downside
she opened my eyes
she left me alone
broken at home
grippin that chrome
locked in a catacomb
with a love syndrome
about to implode explode
I don't condone
This endless cyclone

200 calls on my phone that I missed voice mails talkin bout where u at where u been
I need to know who u with
I already told u that i'm with the homies recording
I can't be reportin my moves all day
more time with you less money go my way
lemme do my thang
lemme rock my chain
when i get home let the dingaling swing

I fell in love with the pain
she fell in love with the game
told u i never would change
pussy be callin my name
thuggin and bussin my thang
girl you fuckin insane
girl you fuckin a lame
girl i'm whippin a range
on and off the stage
critically acclaimed
pouya hoe you know i can't be retained

She can send me into overdrive
we do this all the time
Now she's coming over every night
Like I'm always on her mind

She kept talkin that shit
and gettin me pissed
wish she didn't exist but she won't be missed
and don't insist
yo i'll fuckin dismiss you off my list
then I grab my fist
and the wall i hit god damn you a twist
and we can't coexist
or resist you're on the black list

When this love subsides
I never realized
the vibe downside
she opened my eyes
she left me alone
broken at home
grippin that chrome
locked in a catacomb
with a love syndrome
about to implode explode
I don't condone
This endless cyclone

She can send me into overdrive
we do this all the time
Now she's coming over every night
Like I'm always on her mind
She can show things
get anything
I'm always on the line
now she's comin over every night
like I'm always on her mind

Locked out and she's a loaded gun
cause she knows how i like my fun
straight down into another one
cause she knows she's not the only one

Uh, yuh, yuh
you not the only one
you think i owe u sum'
you think you know me
but you not the lonely one
i don't feel anything anymore
look me in my eyes
I'm ready to die
bust my .45
break bread with my guys
when I'm countin baby don't hit my line
turn around bow down lemme feel your spine

She can send me into overdrive
we do this all the time
Now she's coming over every night
Like I'm always on her mind
She can show things
get anything
I'm always on the line
now she's comin over every night
like I'm always on her mind

Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh

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Volumes - On Her Mind [feat. Pouya]

[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

fuck a dead body
don't pick 'em up let 'em dry
east side fifty nine
with the choppers out the ride
mommas cry
kids die
second line
vietnam
testify
get crucified
have your family by your side
full of fuck shit
double my cup with mud bitch
sluts wanna suck dick
hit 'em with the drop kick
bitch your pussy is nonsense
demons with the glock grip
suicidal cult shit
love to watch the blood drip

dead man walking

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

rather be dead than bored
settle the score
let the metal pour right on to the floor
fuck your brain, you fucking whore
fuck your chain, you slave
i left the bloodstains on the door
blade made of iron ore
made stains right on the shore
washed away, the waves took it north
but now i gotta stay warm
catch another flight and now i'm back on tour
can't relax me motherfucking sacre coeur
used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn 

dead man walking

fixator

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