SHOOT YA TWICE (PROD. Jake OHM)

they ass counterfit - 10_17_24, 6.57 AM

beat it

[Verse 1]  
Yo, shadows creepin' like veins in the marble, heart's a war drum poundin' gravel,  
Runnin' laps 'round the reaper's table, fable of the able turned unstable.  
Pills stack like tombstones, ghosts moan in the glow of phone screens,  
Dreams bleed out slow, crow's beak pokes the seams-wake up, it's just kerosene.  
Flames lick the frame, blame the game for the lame aim, fame's a chain,  
Drain the vein, pain's the gain, train derails on the plain where the sane feign sane.  
I'm the phantom pilot, silent riot, light it-ignite the night, bite the mic tight,  
Flight or fright? Heights hit like spite, plummet infinite, minute's a lifetime's bite.  

[Chorus]  
Lost in the fog, jog logs through the slog,  
Days decay to clay, but I pray for the slog.  
Echoes yell, cells swell, I yell through the hell,  
One gasp left, grasp's theft-still I clasp for the spell.  

[Verse 2]  
Tick-tock toxin, clock mocks the toxin, boxin' options-stoppin' ain't an option.  
Rockets in pockets, sockets spark, dark marks on the chart, heart starts to harden.  
Garden of shards, pardons for the pardoned, starvin' for the garden where the guards slarden.  
Harden the bargain, margin for error? Terror's the mirror, clearer than the nearer.  
Beer foam crowns the clown, down drown in the sound, round and round the mound,  
Pound for pound, ground's unbound-found the crown in the profound, astound the crowd.  
Clouds shroud the shroud, loud doubts get plowed, vowed to devour the vow,  
Now bow to the plow, sow the row, grow the glow-low blow? Nah, I flow.  

[Chorus]  

[Verse 3]  
Kiss the bliss, dismiss the hiss-missed the fist that twists the wrist in the mist of the shift.  
Gift of the rift, lift the script, adrift on the skiff-sniff the rift where the rift splits the gift.  
Swift rift lifts the myth, thrift of the fifth-pith hits with the grit, quit? Nah, I spit infinite.  
Infinite spit grips the pit, bit by bit the hit quits the quit-commit to the grit, submit to the split.  
Split the wit, hit the kit, lit from the pit where the quitters sit-fit for the blitz, dismiss the dim wits.  
Wits twist in the grist, persist 'til the list lists the missed-insist on the fist, resist the abyss's kiss.  

[Bridge]  
Breathe. Bleed. Seed the need. Feed the greed. Indeed. Succeed? Or concede to the deed.  
Kneel. Heal. Steal the wheel. Feel the zeal. Reveal the real-peel back the seal on the ordeal.  
Deal the feel, seal the kneel-wheel spins, sins bin, win thin or grin in the spin.  

[Verse 4]  
Bullets in the brain, rain stains the pane-insane chain of pain trains the vein to the drain.  
Gain from the strain, feign the sane lane, cane props the lopped top, drop stops the hop.  
Prop the shop, cop the flop-top knot's rot, plot the shot, hot trot to the pot.  
Dot the lot, forgot the knot-snot rockets mock it, pocket the rocket, docket the docket.  
Socket pops, clocks mock the props-flop to the top, stop? Nah, I mop the slop.  
Crop the hop, lop the crop-drop the top, shop the knot 'til the brain's a knot.  
Hot plot thickens, quickens the chicken-lickin' the pickin', stickin' to the flickerin'.  
Sick grin widens, hidin' the ridin'-tiden' the biden, gliden' through the chiden.  

[Chorus]  

[Verse 5]  
Echo chamber clamor, hammer the glamour-slammer the jammer, dammit the stammer.  
Grammar's a scammer, jammer the clammer-clam up the dam, slam the jam in the pan.  
Pan the scan, man the clan-fan the bran, tan the can, ran the van to the man.  
Scan the tan, ban the clan-plan the span, hand the band, land the sand in the gland.  
Gland expands, demands the brands-stands the sands, hands the plans, fans the clans.  
Clans disband, commands the sands-glands demand the brands, hands expand the plans.  
Vans ran the man, tan clans in the pan-scan the jam, slam the glam, dam the sham.  
Sham the ram, cram the ham-bam, the end blends, friends pretend, send the send.  

[Outro]

Lost In The Fog

Stompin through the field like a T-Rex
Mobbin, cap peeled for these suckas, who gonna be next
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Mothafucking shyt
Always goin in
A mothafucking pit
Smoking another spliff
She always in my head
Gotta chill instead
I can never have her
I Gotta leave her 
Always sufferin
Memories bufferin
Crazy games
Always puzzlin
In my fuxkinbrain
Love is the not same
She is comforting
Feelings shuttering
always sufferin
Its still thundering. 
Feelings covering
Still wondering
 And everybody knows
What Yea yeah
 And everybody knows 
What
She wants to fuck me fuck me 
She wants to love or fuck me
Feelings shuttering
Always suffering 
Gotta keep her
Or gotta leave her
What

She wants to fuck me fuck me
She wants to love or fuck me
She makes me feel so lucky
Im ugly like a monkey
She wants a fucking monkey
Cant believe she just wants me
She likes to feel so funky
I know she just a busty
And I dont like em crusty
She makes me feel so lovely
She wants a fucking monkey
Love aint so fucking lovely
It fails like funky money
The world is fucking crumbling
She wants to fuck fuck me
She wants to love or fuck me

KRUEGERSET

WASTED

MF KHAOS- CHURCH (PROD. DVRX)

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