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Lyrics 

Do it 
Right again 
On my face bitch you wanna get dead
I don’t feel it on my face 
You a fed 
Talk me bitch you wanna get lead

Lead on my 
Dead on my 

Feelings talking so deep 
You don’t wanna hit ah

Head to the 
Bank to the 

Why talking so big 
You don’t even fit ah

Fuck this 
Run this 

You don’t even wanna run 
To my face it’s ah

Hide this 
Mind this 

Let get the fucking bag 
You don’t even wanna

Direction 
I wanna fucking hex him 
I gotta vex him 

I wanna fucking flex em 
I wanna check em

This shits a fucking blessin 
I gotta chase em

Why da fucking hating
I gotta vade me 

This shits a fucking weapon 
I gotta take em

I wanna fucking kill em 
I wanna wreck em

I wanna fucking lench em 
I wanna bench em 

I wanna fucking lench em

Mutilate em 
Cut em up 

Kill em dead 
Bitch you wanna tight 

Fuck em up 
For the times you wanna fight 

I don’t rate em 
Yea you wanna get smite 

Fight this 
I bite this 
I write this 
I try this 

You don’t even try for the fucking time

Invite this 
I guide this 
I might this 
I’m like this 

You don’t even wanna die 
When you see my eyes 

Do it 
Right again 
On my face bitch you wanna get dead
I don’t feel it on my face 
You a fed 
Talk me bitch you wanna get lead

Do it 
Right again 
On my face bitch you wanna get dead
I don’t feel it on my face 
You a fed 
Talk me bitch you wanna get lead

Mutilation

My Time (feat. Big Sad 1900)

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[Verse]
Pedal to the floor, no brakes, no ceiling,
Hustle in the veins, got the concrete peeling.
Streetlights flicker, a strobe in my mirror,
Engine growl louder, every second gets nearer.

Fumes in the lungs, breath tastes like metal,
Dreams sharp-edged, on a diamond bezel.
Clock hands spinning, time don’t settle,
Chasing that paper, my foot on the pedal.

[Chorus]
Fast lane fever, the city my arena,
Adrenaline pumps, my veins gasolina.
Fast lane fever, no time to deceive ya,
The grind don’t stop till my life’s a feature.

[Verse 2]
Tires screech symphonies, asphalt choir,
Heartbeat synced to the engine’s fire.
Corner like a king, rubber burns desire,
Chasing that crown till the world’s entire.

Street gods whisper in the neon mist,
Deals get sealed with a flick of the wrist.
The hunger’s a beast, can’t coexist,
Every mile closer to the top of the list.

[Bridge]
Sirens wail, shadows tail,
Still too quick, they always fail.
Blazing trails, story in braille,
Speed writes my legend, detail by detail.

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