MATT BARNES PROD LOKO LOS

-CHAINSAW MURDA
https://on.soundcloud.com/9XQPtEWrgCVGDn3c8
Cover by LOKSTA
 DJ DATENSHI https://on.soundcloud.com/yMTkx61U2dyg4HXu5

CHAINSAW MURDA FT.FVDXDMVNE-BODYCOUNT

crucifixion records presents-
lounge
production: 1han
lyrics:
SCXPE SET-
it’s 10:08
i’m pacing cause he’s late
i’m pacing cause that ricky son of a bitch has my eighths
“ay you good”
yea i’m straight
i guess ill have to wait 
i went ahead and sent ricky text ay you awake?
yea im steppin out the door, make sure dust ain’t on my clothes
cause i’m fresher than that shit you use to clean the stove back at home
boy you know you all for show
boy we know you brag for hoes
keep it silent don’t do tellin
but we ain’t buying what you sellin 

pop you like a kennedy
warfare foe my enemies
leave you full of misery
my magazines tell history
so it’s 12 o clock
and time has got a lock
i almost fell asleep until the noise completely stopped
knock knock knock
oh shit the po
oh shit we gotta go
shit we gotta go ahead and grab the stu fasho


left my bwoy a message let him know they at the crib
hit a u-ie then i dip, i had to check my mirrors again
it’s dark as fuck but it sound so quiet and silence ain’t nowhere near a friend
so i bump that z-ro, fashizo, ya killas poppin pimples, scxpe set never lack the pistol
crucifixx engraved the missles
chief chris hit the phone “it’s 1:04
mane where you been?”
“cut that shit bro i hear em coming, i bouta send my fuckin pin” hang up i’m gone

one hand on the wheel the other trynna twist the doja
calico g bouta hit mo city and catch up with his souljas
rev my engine let em know we rep and bleed for crucifix
so let me pass this joint back to dat boy and tell em hit this shit
CRUCIFIXX-
he ain’t send me his verse yet :(

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Up in the sea
Deep down 
Where the urchin can be
I cannot breathe
Bricks tied
To the end of my feet
Look at the sun
One time
As my body it sinks
Fill up my lungs
Suffocating
Till i become deceased 
If you wonderin about it
Dont worry about me
The thoughts up inside me
Driving me guiding me
Turnin me left when im tryna do right
Every night in my bed
By myself i be crying
Been hiding been thinking bout killing myself 
I been Thinkin about how its bad for my health
How my mother would feel
What my father would say
What my brother would do
Bitch im crying for help
The pressure the lesser
I feel that its better
That i get the fuck up and leave
The questions unanswered 
The shit thats inside of me
purpose of life its a dream 
I never asked for this
Neither did you
Are you understanding what i see
The levee is breaking 
The rivers run dry
Tonight i just wanna fucking sleep

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