prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts

my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young
i keep staining cuz the blood on me ain’t washing out my jeans
luckily them fuckers black, so that shit kinda hard to see
i foresaw an evil prophecy
i drown it down with bleach
his arteries, yea, they ain’t hard to reach
keep .40 with a beam

i keep tracers in the drum
couple dracs, that’s just for fun
i see pain up in your face
closest thing i feel to love
dirty dancing with the devil
feel the flame up on my tongue
i hate every human being
and if i could, i’d kill em off

(smoke like i’m a thug)
kill em all
(i’m a thug)
kill em all
(good thing i keep it tucked)
kill em all
(keep it tucked)
if i could, kill em all

they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts
my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young

tumbling doll of flesh

UGLYTOTHEBONE$ (Prod.DAVIDARCADE)

take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller
(bitch)
take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller

i dont give a fuck about a lot of things
cigarette to find the peace
sick of pussys biting me
we know u got a crush
get the fuck up off of me
i be smoking grinding cheese
underwxrld my family
don’t ask you was, the fuck?
you think you socrates?

i feel like a bum
i feel like im bumboi
riding thru my city 
with the drums double guns boy
hit you and your son
give a fuck about a lover boy 
904 the hub i got shooters undercover
the way they do just what i want
yea this that mothafuckin murder talk
dis a life of risk
i’ll leave my house but kept the burners on
heard you play your tape
function told you turn it off
i’m a man of taste 
show me something ian heard before

i saw an angel fall deep into the underwxrld
to sell her soul to make it rain inside another world
i saw an angel fall...
take me to the underwxrld

take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller
(bitch)
take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller

my body is a sacrificial instrument (prod. trulife)

if i were you, i’d wanna kill me too (prod. sphynx)

Lyrics:

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high 

I broke the roof off of this hoe 
Tie that noose around ya throat 
Feeling shady its just the money tree i planted long ago 

Never lack i watch my back with all the eyes i pulled out slow 
Yung sly cooper u cant see me creepin sneakin thru yo home

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind 

Cutting me deep all those times that you lied 
Talkin to god but he never replies 
Feels like im losing my faith and belief in myself and i dont kno where else to reside 

If you want it then lets get it homie bust a bitch up on eem

Better focus on the mission so we get our paper money 
See my dick under the mistletoe u better kiss up on it 
Boy ikno u never kicked a door quit cappin in yo phonics 

No i dont need more bitches i need riches in my business 
dividends so goddamn high u need a accountant just to finish 
I dont care about my image if it don’t fit it in the picture
All u rappers worried bout a trend im counting up these digits

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high

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