Threw that street fighter bar in there 🔥

BRAIN DEAD

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DARK.$TROLL.FT.DOOSKI

dolla$ign

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Jessica Alba

[Verse I: 19th Ward Soldier]
aliens came for abduction
destruction all in the neighborhood
ducking all of these dragons
I slay em and leave them in dungeons
like i’m blind hunting
son of gun these girls soul sucking
pour out your heart and they leave you like nothing
so why was you bluffing? when I was loving?
could of just told me you wasn’t ready to cuff yet
now I look in the mirror and i’m disgusted
couldn’t face the facts
might throw up my heart attack
while i’m fussing
pull down the blinds it was too sunny
getting high off of something, while I’m stuntin’ 
trying to make something out of my life but it all turnt to ash; practically nothing

[Verse II: Terra Pimp da III]
better own the fuck up
pussy boy
eating razor blades you ain’t
gotta choice
I hid your body in the Maserati
passenger no shotty
get the call “we got him”
look like Washington, George
aye
throw em in the pits
show em we don’t take shit
and if they gotta problem
come my way we solve it
fingers up like okay
i’ve been a skeleton way—before my grave
I rather burn to ash and fade away

Introvert [Prod. LpY]

[Verse I: Shadow $erpent]
Dead bouquet of roses
in the palms of my hand
all this drama, i’m the problem
I don’t even understand 
question my own existence
like why am I here?
6-foot pit, stone with my name;
is where I stand
take the bic, light the spliff
just to lay back
take a hit, then i’m next
just to relax
devil told me I can have anything
if I sell my soul
that shit just happens when you taking in too much smoke
the image of death
when I open up my eyes
in the morning waking up
when I try to rise n shine
hell is the under-earth;
it’s better than the real world
take me back home
cock the pistol; aim at my dome as ya

[Verse II: Louis Vuitton Umbrella]
I 
wanna fly
so high
touch the sky
i’m never coming back
goodbye—I fucking hate this life
I rather rot in the pits, while maggots
eat me from the inside
“alright—we get it boy you want to die
we’ll go ahead and cook your body for the feast 
tonight, wanna be cubed or diced? is medium rare fine? if not i’ll leave you on high”
now they asking if I’m feeling okay
I say “yea and i’m feeling great”
as I take the deagle that’s diamond plate, in no-one’s name
just to blow my brains right in yo face

Exclusive $Uicide [Prod. $UMMER$]

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BRAIN DEAD

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