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Metal 4

New Likes pt. 4

From Under The Cork Tree

Sugar, We're Goin Down

WORLD OF MALICE

ROC SH!T

Poison

HIVEMIND

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You’re doing too much x2 
He talking crazy till we at his doorstep, we calling his bluff
I put a mask on my face when I slide take my glasses off
Look in my eyes when you die
Bitch Ive been dumping whole clips, 30 flying right by
You aint shit but a bitch in disguise 

Crusing through the city with some muhfuckin demons
Stick by my side, dont test I might squeeze it
He gon find out fast what he saying he dont mean it
Aw damn been looking for a reason and I found it 

Pussy boy take a look around you surrounded
Shoot in figure 8 form taking out surroundings
Flip another 8 ball bitch im well rounded 
Business man imma fucking plug no outlet

Come get whatchu need
I got lots of white lots of shit for a fiend 
Try and fucking pay us we gon spray like febreze
Ion talk much ’specially round fucking police hoe

Get a check pass it to the bro
Cause a mess with a vest boy im on go
Paint the scene blood red call me van gogh 
No reload AR underneath the p coat

You’re doing too much x2 
He talking crazy till we at his doorstep, we calling his bluff
I put a mask on my face when I slide take my glasses off
Look in my eyes when you die
Bitch Ive been dumping whole clips, 30 flying right by
You aint shit but a bitch in disguise

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DOING TOO MUCH [PROD. KXRMX]

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[lxxiv]
it’s about time that I come back and fuck it up/ 
16 to the throat isn’t good enough, air out the clip till the trigger get stuck/
think he the shit but I know that he never was/
confirming my kills aint a witness standing/
all yall my kids like im nick cannon/
wild out wit a tool like a mechanic 
we gon drill shit cause a mass panic/
crosses burning like im satanic/
try to hand but you cant manage, ive been causing damage for the fuck of it, me and my homies send you where your brother went/

so tragic, forgot his face its a closed casket/
fuck the wake, shit get real graphic/
at the vigil dont get caught lacking/
then its back the stu producing and rappin, feel like the underground bo jackson/
abusing beats and always snapping, when they hear this shit i know that they gasping yuh/

UNDERGROUND BO JACKSON FT. TR3 & KASHIMOTU [PROD. WHITECXFFIN]

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I just put 2 in my cup now I’m dizzy/ 
gotta get too lit before we get busy/
Glock in my hand I might bust if it’s tempting/
temperate rise when you step in this morning kitchen/
all of the friction gon heat up a mission/
he sending threats but we know that’s it’s fiction/
blick too real, come feel out they hitting/
cooling kit so nothing ever jam hoe/
30 clip, feel like fuckin rambo/
camo on my body you ain’t seeing nothing/
swallow hollows promptly, got his lungs shutting/
yall cannot try me, got shootas bussin/
red and blue lights I got piggies coming/
ready for a fight na I ain’t running/
catcha fade like it’s pokemon or sumn/
ashin my joint on my jeans, I’m too holy/
tried to cross me but I’m gonna go resurrect/
it’s a bad time if our paths intersect/
call the coroner they gotta disinfect/
I got blood on my kicks like I’m bangin red/
bloody footprint I tracked thru the crib/
on the run they can’t find me, I’m him/
did the race like I’m tay k aw shit /

i roam the halls with the heat, out/
I send a shot atcha team, now/
then go and pour me some lean, wow/
I’m spendin hunnids on pints/
I’m spendin hunnids on dope, is it real? its a roll of the dice/
got me up until the sun is bright/
killed ya homie on a summer night/
fuck around and take my own advice/
cut you off cause you crazy bitch/
clout chasing little hoe, I got a ar and I’m good at range wit it/
got a red dot up on the scope/ 
I gotcha head In the reticle, it’s getting split/
head taps only, my name John wick/
2 days later ya face on a fit/
whole block getting spent/
ya we too militant, I spent 2 tours in ya town/
think I’m a veteran now/
smoke is my favorite, prefer it by pounds/
roll up an ounce j/
then I pass out the K like I’m Kanye/
know my shoota got aim he not time wasting, then he dip out the way like he speed racing lil bitchhhhhhhh

HOLY [PROD. DRUGSLUTT]

MORGUE [PROD. DRUGSLUTT]

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too sick with it/ 
I ain’t satisfied till every noose has a muhfuckin neck in it/
don’t know how to feel, after popping these pills , lx aint even real, always stay hidden/
checked out from the drugs in my mind what I do this time, I don’t know?
blinds close quick when I go roam/
hold that stick my waist all chrome/
blacked out whips slide by yo home/
solar eclipse when the fye hits your dome/
go off the grid cause I’m tracking yo phone or forever be scarred i wont do it alone/

Tommy guns make em run like Capone/
mafia shit my crew full of unknowns/
in the dirt I left a pile of bones/
on the trees I left some blood for the crows/

fantasize about the murder tactics/
hit squad got em doing backflips/
put that muhfucka in a casket/
keep the strap safe in the mattress/
fuck 12 we get real active/
in the bank take em all captive/
hoodied up they aint know what happend/
ghosts came through and caused havok bitch/

Not Alone [EVOLVED]

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