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TLW attained// and these eyes of my dark will.....

shadow unsudden (lyrics):

Tko 27klub 
The bats,
Not with the vampire 
Behold my true loaded wngs…..
Sleep like im deddd
Vampir 
I’m so ..,
vlonegothmoney..,
Fukkup a money counter ..,
Reaper alone and some shorty
Let’s talk life or deat
And more then the dress on her bed
Night.gownn 
Blood down the shitt
Floating and shitt ayye.. 
She moc deat veins; see thru inferred …..

.

Get cut like a stub
Fuggen 
Deat and desparse ..
Reaper they heart
Deat tht blood ain’t dark enough 
Bluddy’nem and 
My
Dark couture 
Aint no fukkin’ blood oath 
You got my gun-
Got yo gun,
Wet wet wet wett’em up
, They tried to pry inna dark 
Wait till ya see I’m one of the worst….


(Tell them 
ops 
don’t do me no
favors )

.

Soaring inna dark,
Butterfly-moth
Where are you goin’
Dark-lyfe, 
Now find,
The shorty—
Inna blittest, dress 
Or find and erase, the ones—
In the blittest’ mess
Same old v in these ways
Blittist’ soulja belowd.
Better gone
I’m,
Rather then 
Picture me 
Fukkin, lost.
More over 
So f*kk—
Can’t 
Be found….
Ayee
 I
Smoke, the rudest
Blunts
You oughta 
Figure 
I care less……
 
.

20/20 vision 
Two thousand and fifty 
Sharingan emerald eyes
Behold my true loaded wngs….
And this unforbidden, drapped in the blittist seal….

shadow unsudden

TLW attained// and these eyes of my dark will.......

(w2dr)v not lone & dark dont feel pt1 (lyrics):

Blittd’….
..Float like 
Kinda weaving
Ambushed 
Fireball strikes—
Thru the wind,
The’way’I’be
Bone chillin.
They can’t get,
To me
And..,
Nowadays,
Better’yet under my boots—
Then under my skin….
Blood on my yeezy boots….,
Vlone sinns 
I got pockets fulla sins
Uh
Dead presidents …..
Count—
Up,
om’v (vlonegothmoney)
Aye this v is not no heart and dark don’t feel
Written boldd, and caps lock 
My hearts for these drugs and I gave her my word….
Heavy armor there’s not no yea I upped tht cloak
Aye this V is not no heart and dark don’t feel
B.b studded she slutted
Word to the V if it swings
And bd couture if it match
Word 2 da reap, 
Imma 
Need—
My lighter…….
Burning shit 
For fun
I put weed, above the fire…..
She said she bottled up,
I know how to make a bong, outta a botttttle…
I’m as dark as bluudy days,
And cold reign
And you figure oughta wonder under the sun 
When 
Winter it’don’t,
Even compare today..,
Summer night or broad day
Blittd’
Blittd’
Blittd’
Can’t 
Drid my dope
Blittd
Get cut like a stub 
Blittd
Deader then worse be blittd
Blittd’
Blittd’
Blittd’
Can’t 
Drid my dope
Blittd
Get cut like a stub 
Blittd
Deader then worse be blittd

(w2dr)v not lone & dark dont feel pt1

unmisery; not what it seems.. until what it is.

lyrics below:

Posted, inna
Dark
Dark coutureeee
Who you kno.. blittd moreeeee
Tattoo loaded wngs
On me nowwwww
Still I
Don’t
Fully feel
No moreeeee
Dooo that some other time 
Sometime more important
So for now.. Feel my wrath …..
,
At the eren Yeager
Blittist dirt diamond
Newest bity soho 
More like deat sacred
Leave you in forgetful 
Talkin no trace
Leave em dedd, 6ft under ever further—
Below the surface..,
Under the ocean…,
Zr0fuks givenn’
.
You oughta cop the Uber 
You ain’t prepared for the weather
Ayee
New York terror; bloody cold east coast

unmisery.

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//#heavyblittddddddd

lyrics:

Awakening calling
Sometime oughta bout now
When her path aligns,
3 grams open my mind 
Black heart of mine
Somehow I, can feel
Mistress of asleep appear, right before me and heal
Vampire boy undead 
Is me—
In the nighttime left, for dead
Meet me close to death
Body, bloody, cold—
Like I sleep in the arctic—
In the coolest clothes
Draped in the blittist’ cloak
I don’t feel anyone close
Fukkit
Boof blunt rolled.


.


Fallen hair on the floor everywhere 
It almost seems like im loosin it
Am I loosin my mind
I doubt it
But I love to question it
And keep track, of my thoughts
I hate forgetting things
Aswell as being consumed 
By my hate and anger
9 tails seal
Get a grasp, of my words 
And  you’ll prolly have eyes 
As bright as my emerald
Negative shit on my mind,
I flushed it to the sewer 
But fuck that—
Newest items, reap heart and souls, sowing in my garments
In greatest time, many days before awakening calling.
Fuck life of fukd’ feelings
Zero fucks and a blittd 
3 fucks for my mistress 
Word to my unborns chillin
Rudeboy's to the bone
Blackheart little girl...

Awakening calling

FEN-J

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