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LYRICS:

Messiah complex killing you and I then gods next 
Blowing up like an Arabic terrorist wearing bombvestt 
Every instrumentals a Beat burying Contest 
And I've been carrying heat since i sipped dairy from moms breast

Phat white spitter the Michellen man 
spit sick as a man with vicious syphilis in his glands 
I'm nocturnal Up all nightwhile the world is dead,
While not turning neither is the carnival in my head,
I spit chemical warfare 
Forget a zillian waxTongue is sharp enough to leave a bitches Genitals more bare 

Key bumps with street bums and needle sick fiends,
Bumping like A teens hearts when I feed em sixspeed
bumps Thieving hedon long past going off the deep end
drowning in my demons for like for at least 4 seasons

Im off oxy I off beats 
And you ain't sick, little bitch you even cough off beat 
Other Rappers hear my heat, and have a sad song meet and greet
hang em self with belts with My tracks on repeat

your flow is old got some cobwebs
bow down start to pray to me cause gods dead

go on and fuck with me and hurt yourself

I've had enough of mumble rap I'm done with that, I've come to crumble that, 
My raps will rumble even as I stumble 
Chasing rum with jack 
Your crew runs shit like lieutenant Dan,
Double strapped twin gats Like Yosemite sam

Fly by drive bys at five guys burgers,
leaving five guys murdered as they die line herders
the fry servers hiding, dropped as quick as skydivin girters,
my nine caps will leave nine cats nine lives murdered

everynights a late stay up
My brains way fucked up
I still wake in haste to chase bread like lake ducks
Oh you silly that's rich,
My shit just ain't ill if ii spit
Wont feel it When I don't fill it with pills

Rap as fat as oprahs tits,
And if you disagree, or dissing me ill put a bullet theough your mind just to open it 
Coke and opium mixed, i spit as d ope as it ao cope with it bitch
aint from the six, Durhams close as it gets, bitch.


go on and fuck with me and hurt yourself.

john doe. leave those whack raps at home.

God's Dead - John Doe

Sore Knife

Lyrics:

you get me high
it makes my heart beat full of reason
its gets me high
YOU Make a real life feel like treason

theyll be coming to save me again
theyll be coming to save me, im a let down
coming to shave me again,
guess they coming to bathe me 

you get me high
you make my lungs cut down on breathing
you get me high
youre the best part of all four seasons

theyll be coming to save me again
theyll be coming to save me, what a let down
coming to shave me again,
guess they coming to bathe me

(IMPROV SOLO)

you get me high
it makes my heart beat full of reason
its gets me high
YOU Make a real life feel like treason

theyll be coming to save me again
theyll be coming to save me, im a let down
coming to shave me again,
guess they coming to bathe me

Let Down

Mmmmmhmm all the things I do not care 
Mhhmm pretend that im not here
Talk to me
Mhhhm my mind is so unclear
Mmhmm wish that I was here  
Talk to me

Sigh with me
Come try to lie
And not die with me

Sigh with me
Come try to lie
And not die with me

Mmmhmm your voice I might not hear
Mmhmmm a ring invades my ear
Talk to me
Mhhhmmm the things that I should fear
Mmmhmm a splash will dry my tears
Talk to me

Sigh with me
Come try to lie
And not die with me

Sigh with me
Come try to lie
And not die with me

Ear Buzz

Voice 031.m4a

Other rappers round the city biting flow like a dog bitch 
You really silly if you really feel we feeling you at all, Kid
I prayed to god in raps he’s hit me back and said I’m filling him with awe 
Shit I’ll still be killing bars TIL you all quit 

Phone dies then I’m rapping to the clock up on my walls clicks 
I’m never not writing bars, n they all sick
Hit up your bitxh she lick up doomed sperm until my balls quit 
Her hiccups
 swan songs of my long gone fallen kids 

Bars are so dope I’m making instrumental sinus cry
white as 9 lines of the finest albino rhino hide 
Product of the 905
You know you my name don’t try to lie 
Don’t give a flying about your name but I you know mine 

What you doin man I Did it before 
Bitter bros talk shit cause The flow sweet as cinnamon rolls 
I let em know before the flow switch I Been on a roll 
You say you better than the kid, gotta you kidding me bro 

Im a sick bastard bitch but not a fatherless kid
Without a doubt man I’m the hottest there is 
I’m John gotti on a beat I’m bringing heat I gotta body these kids, 
They never knew what’s true or not until I taught em what is 

Got up in her thot now she’s a bottomless pit
I think your soundclouds shit at best I’d call it a mist  
You sounding awkward as shit
So don’t be talking that shit 
I think your beat course of action should be callin it quits

Underground rap god
people pray to me, get down on your knees , clench you hands , and point em up, that homage paid to me 
I am who you pray to be, top pick of the crop
I’ve been running gta like my whip in the shop 

the beat is dead, you listenening to a haunted track 
It’s picking weeds and we We got need a quoja if we want it back 
People talking smack, only to my back
Bars as hard as crack,
Never step on em don’t wanna break my mother’s back 

Bars heaven sent forever been a veteran spitter 
I’m killing everything I get on like I got a vendetta
Shut your mouth when you talk to me ain’t fucking with you 
You get stuck up cut up and chewed you fuck with the crew 

Swagger speak enough for itself
how you think ill fuck with you when you when you dont fuck with yourself
ima fuck your bitch n chuckle while you fucking yourself
the people chirping duck in public, kneesll buckle like belts couple of shmelts

wife a trophy like she stuck on the shelf,
a girl you beat your meat to, please dont be so tough on yourself
try as you might you aint never gonna be like me
im done i got a blunt somoeone please pass a B.I.C AND let me be

905 - Donny Ice

Sweet Release

My band is called "TRACK-8"

I rap under the alias "John Doe"

Singer, songwriter, rapper, creator.

Just a lot of unfinished songs and melodies on here that i.m still working on.

Young Donny

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