LYRICS-
how im feeling lucky clover
smoking down the dro untill my life is fucking over
these people wanna hate until i seek the casket boarder
griping a mechete as i rip my fucking shoulder off
lungs are trashed and with wheezing caugh 
please dont piss him off
empty mags is loosing at all costs
stomach stuck in knots
know my fist it meets the rocks
broken hand thats hurting lots
wish i was moth
floating round then getting swat
falling down and then i rot
away
im someone you cant save
empty mags is rotting to the drugs he is enslaved
lungs hurt everyday 
blow my brains kurt cobain
maybe if my life is over i will feel okay

rest in peace into the resting cold
my lungs they filled with molds
from smoking on the ethanol 
i feel so criminal
death has been inevitable
i takes some edibles
resting but not in bed at all
inside my casket call

grab da torch then we sparking up the straw
concentrated flower to my lungs to feel at all
grab da torch then we sparking up the straw
concentrated flower to my lungs to feel at all

ENSLAVED

October

Recherché freestyle (Og Pitch)

OSTOI

prod. @glytexxiv and @raindisc
I never really liked to hold a gun 
I let a bad bitch roll up my blunt 
I like a spliff it kiss on my lungs 
I wait outside a sniper on the trunk 
I am not french i kiss her on the tongue 
I smoked that boy right under the sun 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya
I dont like ya
I dont like ya 
I dont like ya

Vorelentless - Vore my God

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