1. |
fuel
02:48
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hill made of human meat
sand stained from spat out teeth
barbed wire connects necks trees
next please head splits to threes
let me out let me leave
cant tell whats real or dream
dont know what to believe
but tonight i will see
kill comin in when the kicks numb ear drum
seared subs sample fearsome hear son
tears runnin in a pigs truck rears cuffed
cus i steer dumb swerve stuck like smeared gum gears guns
face full of barrel if you appear tough
disgraceful dysmorphic if my mirrors scuffed
smash it like your lady leave her clear cum speared stung bum cheers hon bitch drink up pinks plunged
touch the team now you surrounded by hounds with teeth
could care less bout the green like my man mike wazowski be
spit it like bowser be
this yo flow off a pound of speed
lazy off louder leaves
buddy pass on the crown to me cus nobody now sound like me i spit more than a lisp kids sneeze
dont dude me you a rodent mascot disney
sleeping till the sun is down
fuckin fit bummed out
selling snake chumps clout
hell a myth hybrid whip get yo shit run down
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2. |
vultures
02:17
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fuck being lowkey wanna smash sumthin
fuck being safe grab the cash out it
mr crabs n shit feeding feening drug addicts
me myself and i tighter than a mormons mothers clit im fisting at abortion clinics feening for attention cus you bored of living
people scrapbook cut you into portions in a quarter minute
leaving corpses twitching aim above a piggys vest
clip gon leave em clipping 3d printed blade dissecting necks
bolas back blow hers out with packs of cancerous smoke
purpose the danger you cant dasher when the antlers is broke
line of the sand in my nose cut from your hands to your toes
put you rappers skulls on a stick to make sure my manners is shown
scavengers swirl x2
beaks of brains for breakfast
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3. |
333
01:30
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put the blade down
belly of pills and bottles big amounts
dont disperse now
if you in the ground then my brains blowing out
im sorry you down
dip from a frown not the fucking way out cus i know that the silence is loud
ill keep cooking sounds if your soul sticks around love you.
frights bound
when its night out
mares in mind now
cry out
without i round
rather die trynna find out
where we go im lucky that i found out
shake her shouting made it out in baker acted gown
cus dreamins when the trauma hits
sumthing that a pill and bottle fix
why you trynna see if god exists
took your anger out on thighs and wrists
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4. |
ghost
01:47
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tatted queen on top of me and she aint gotta carve now
barred out sparked up drunk fuck throwing up
4 dros dunked in loco punch
growing up slow enough
whip look like snow on the bluff
prone in dust scope jus above your nostril now your postures fucked
and floating up to kingdoms come
over sober leave you u frozen fucking soaked in cum
front lobe dumber from the downers now im working numb
stitch my smile up cus life been loosing all its fun
steady pop till the coffin
stop all the sobbin the thoughts leave you rotten
let them jus talk going ghost aint responding
puny ass people jus oculus
im going ghost x4
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5. |
butcher
02:08
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bodies in carpets they magic too
pills in my pocket and jacket too
dont let a slut make a sadder dude
smoke out kamaara on cabin roofs
mask on my face at your door like we trick or treating leave you leaking like hurricane season feening drunk fillin up females with daddys seamen then im leaving you in the tub kidneys missing lil bitch
whxami
what in the fuck does you want
my minds in a mofuckin rut, u said what did i studder u dumb mother fucker you sound like a punk
ima bust out the blade like a butcher
fuck promises my misses always a problem not mines anymore so fuck off with the nonsense
demolish the population like a bomb that im droppin so suck my fucking dick and swallow it bitch
pretty sure them bitties gone fuck wit me
never trust anyone keep all of these fucks from me
punch a motha fucker in the chest till his lungs empty
and if love is what u showed me bitch i never want any uh
everybody tell me that they fuck with me
duckin fake love like the cops comin
if u ever see me better run from me
let that shit bust till the guns empty
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6. |
casket
00:25
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kill ebola:
at my grave
this will play
u focused on that and ur feed barely eat but bitch how my meat taste
u a lame
rotting in peace on the day i decay but that dates gotta wait
biv wit the blade
parish you pastes who sleep prone on our names striping skin from ur face
finding no trace
if sumone mistouchin my cousin again ill catch case number tres
trunk of fusion fill it up with a case of shells
but id rather kill em slowly like we race with snails
stick with the knife mix most the night now my ears ringing like a bell
self medic gonna put me in a grave or cell
biv:
I'ma bust it up punk, what the fuck is up?
Been a lot of talk, now you one of us?
Wonder how the fuck she get up under us
Sneakin on my demons leavin on my feelings handled up
I'm sick of all this shit
Follow these problems you bitch
See what the fuck that get
Clip to my bones it won't miss
I ain't dead yet
Don't let them in
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7. |
pardon me
01:58
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my toxicity
possibly passing fucking faucet leaks
popping zs
unsticking psyche sawing problem trees
charring leaves
teens fake kicking fuck boy soccer teams
armory
ar aimed at where thy fucking targets be
janitor need to get my shit together pardon me
you probably pop whatevers poppin pathetic programmed honestly
impulse escape embark with boo flew to a new odyssey
but the problems always follow me like russian fans for darker beats
imma tard for weeks benzo bottle gone before the birds chirp
hurt worse steady steady stumble down a spiral u cant nurse worth
best when you beside me stretch u out like its ur first birth
earths dirt do not disturb im trynna be in work first
pardon me part of me partially ponder hard beliefs
the other part retarded from popping pills tills its hard to breathe
the other part is hard to sleep trys to pack up depart and leave
withdrawing from reality atms local pharmacies
so pardon me
why are you remarking bout me constantly
i also wanna harm me keep talking cus it dont bother me
distant how a father be web her face peter parker strings
got offers on a coffin rockin chains i made from vulture beaks so pardon me
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8. |
worms
02:26
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9. |
siren sounds
01:46
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siren sounds
hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town
blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds
sell their souls
by the pound to make some gold
inside rolling up the mold
doubt ill be alive and old
young and fold
clear glass full of red liquid love prescription
breathing walls when the tablet kick in
old ignition burning gas to cure my livid
let me finish get a fucking second for the explanation of my recollection why you nothing but a slutty self centered cunt with a smelly one
got a smelly tongue burning russian creme when im giving up
livings tough prolly gonna stop it when ive had enough
way too young
room is smoked out like a frat house bet you pass out
ask how i be drinking popping burning louder than your bowl sounds
imma fowl mouth reaper in a hoodie bow down when i come around
with the wrong crowd
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