[Verse 3: Goretex] Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns Yall tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip Its awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit We celebrate when enemy blood shakes, now render me sick Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome Rap Vinnie Jones, I disattach, snatch from the bone And ate the last witnesses k-ed out on medicine Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter Circle of tyrants, rocking the verdict crossed iced-out Blood from em, two in your face, get erased, lights out Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hip like shit bags You dont want it fag? Be left in the bubble, covered [?] the fam State bent, like breathing rubber, so be advised Lucifers rising the invocation of my demon brother
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 13:27:48 +0000
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