surprise, usually too much...this👌🏿🫴🏿✨

Im just a product of the hunan race shawty 😈🖤

Prod. Roosevelt 

Lyrics:

You make me nauseous subconsciously 
Toxic oddity probably 
philosophically bother me
Kill em all  When they stop the beat
Like the fall of hierapolise
time to face the dichotomy
Of your putrid anatomy 
please don't even be mad at me 

Fuck it I'm twisted so offensive
Watch my rims spin from the prison
Mind your business pussy bitches
Or I'll put my dick in your britches
Never fuck with lame ass snitches 
Cut em up they left in stitches
End them oes with the quickness
Bodies turning up in ditches 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

I’m the type to sell money, still flip a profit
Said I’d do it and I did it, I must be a prophet
Ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins
Rose from the dirt and I started walkin’
What I’m cookin’ in the booth, deadly concoctions
Shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin’
Or I might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you
Said you’d blow up, now let’s watch it 

You the type, can’t do it, you just knock it
Pull out a pistol, forget how to cock it
Brief hesitation then I get to choppin’
Scythe cut you up like katana through margarine
I can’t believe it’s not butter
You don’t know about Shade, go and ask your mother
Sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered
Monster under your bed while hide under covers 

Ain’t even human, I’m just undercover
Skeleton, flesh suit
Witch in the booth
Barricade, I charge on through
Mr. X from RE2
Got infinite styles, all better than you
Every time I step in the booth
My demons are wooed 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

Bitch I came back with my  blade
I lost myself again
When I got up every night I tried to not forget
Took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames
Calmed the chaos in my mind I'm ready to start the tape, bitch
When they wanna me go back
I make attack, go breaking bad  
Bake a new track for you my fans
I'm spending so much when in my lab
Waste your life every time you lay and hate another man
Every minute of your life you're getting closer to the hell 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone


Skorn, Shade Apollo, $witchblade - deadZone

⛧genre-fluid⛧
♡ There is a light inside of all of you ♡
Formerly known as Skorn3896 

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