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BLOOD DRIP
02:13
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you are not welcome here
evil deeds.
he pull up with the rebel look
she bad, the devil look
but that ain’t the Prada my nigga
thats just the blood drip
the blade with the blood drip
you’ll never know what the hell it took
you need only know that we raise hell
raging hell-fire in him
Mastermind all on him
they the ones shown us how to plot & scheme
we just using what they taught us
young niggas usurping your throne
young niggas scheming on your daughters
you caught us
in this bitch
been on my shit, never did the switch
got fangs at your throat like its bout a check
nigga who tame?
who sane? (damn, wait)
i do not surf.
i do not ride the new waves
while yall Jonestown with the Kool-Aid mane
leech-nigga stay the fuck in your lane
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coming down like speed racer
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high speeds
and my Goddess out your league
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going hard
watch the vultures steady scheme
when they circle grab the beam
blood drippin’ evil deeds.
—
"no puedes ver como escurren las palabras rojas de la pared?"
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VENOM DRENCH
02:32
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oh my lord, they provoke the civil savage
oh my lord, they enrage the quiet beast
i’m aware you prey on fools to suck the soul from
your mistake was ever thinking that was me.
you miss your slave-masters.
while i got my blade at they throat like its bout a check
blade at they throat like its life & death
blade at they throat like its bout survival
i don’t do masters or idols
you stay on your knees like its hella vital
oh, you need them to love you so
that shit, it Hurt Me Soul
i do not trust you.
see you the main reason i don’t trust niggas.
never know who in league with the ops these days
til they switch up on you and they gut niggas.
scars, all on me
just above the belt; thats Maharishi
you heard that i was the Outsider;
BLACK GØD NOISE KING wielder.
to my foe, my nemesis.
my malice, my hatred is genuine.
you’re violent and impudent
keeping warm in the veil of your ignorance
theres no mercy, no innocence
i’ve no Love in my heart for evil men
i wish you hell and i mean that shit.
may you be consumed in the venom drench.
you’re grinning, yuh?
you salivate, yuh?
so convince you ain’t the prey
you fucked up in the worse way
your disguise all civil-like
my response, not civilized
spill your blood, real sinner-like
i been on—
i been on my Prince Vegeta shit in the gravity machine
where you been lil hoe? get your weight up
i been on my Tanjiro shit:
nigga i slay demons. i fight evil, like Jaco
if You ever catch me coonin’ for the white folks
please shoot me in my mother fucking head. on camera.
i’ma make a ruckus til i’m dead. no manners.
its allslaughter. no slander.
but i’ll fight for you.
even if you never know it.
even if you never want me to.
and you can hate us both, like they do.
the won’t praise you. but thats cool.
so you keep your blade at my gut
and while they got they blade to your back,
i’ll keep my blade at they throat.
i’ll fight enough for us both.
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BL0ND13333
02:08
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if you couldn’t tell
swear she looks fiona apple, circa ’96
with pale ocean eyes, pink powder lips
and she could bring me to my knees
like in worship, like a goddess
but she’s not one
she’s a rush of blood to the head, and a guilty conscience
i shouldn’t think of — the way i do
like, “all the things that i would do to you”
shit, i should be ashamed---what would my mother think?
or all my sisters and my aunties, if they knew what blondie had me craving
this is not a love song
how could this ever be a love song? there is no love
there’s only animal impulse
so when i see her, when she’s near me
i’m a champion, a motherfucking paladin
the way win the fight to not pursue it
i’ve got my reasons
she’s got me taming a hunger i’ve never known
the way it bubbles just beneath when i attempt to keep composed
you could almost see the beauty in how pure it is
but there ain’t nothing pure about what i would do with it
i’m talking running my hands up that blouse
and bite marks is all on your neck
and bending your pretty ass over that table
and ripping them panties off, the panties wet
i probably belong in that —
i could make my home in that —
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you’ve been fucking with my mind
i’m not here to play your game
but i could play your god
and flood this whole shit holy rain
all from in between those hips on your slender frame
great flood
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- kt allsavage -
i might make some money off em
but i'll never trust em
- Tommie Wong -
money numbers on my mind like a fucking CPA
it been oozing through my pores and stained the sheets on which i lay
i been getting money fast, there ain't no point in that delay
if i'm tired i keep it moving, i can rest when i decay
they been looking at me strange like this skill did not exist
then i have em in a trance cause i spit hypnotic shit
its my ritual, its mythical, big foot and loch nesses
drop they jaw cause they in awe, we'll ask em what the problem is
if you ask me what my weakness is i say its going broke
clutching your chest, cause you just needing a rest
or swear to god you having a stroke
praying to go, pray to allah,
your local deacon or maybe the pope
shoot some dope, snort up some coke
roll up a joint in this bitch and just toke
drown all your problems like casey
or put up your walls like you gacey
depression is mostly for babies
so plan a is that plan b
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beautiful sex with silver tongue
gotten you thinking you're number one
feeding your ego to get you numb
telling you lies just to get it done
tryna finesse it to get all your blessing
and get a rise out like the morning sun
we are the losers, the beggars, the choosers
we're here to just take out the -
- kt allsavage -
(oh) you never been to the shadows?
(home) i made it out with the crown
(throne) i been the boy made of onyx
(no) i been the boy made of gold
(glow) we don't do masters or idols
(foes) never gave fuck bout no waves
(clones) them Lxwlifes don't play bout that currency
(dough) you better pay what you owe.
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i might make some money off em
but i'll never trust em
- Tommie Wong -
don't want your weary or your weak
fuck it, we'll take em
use em up and make a killing
and let jesus save em
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5. |
PLEASURE/PARASITE
03:00
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black bodies piling
up where you lay them down
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still swinging from the trees
where you hang em now
i do not pray to your twisted gods
but i pray their screaming
corpses haunt and torment all your nightmares
you wicked fucks
i used to wonder the reasons
is it more envy or fear
your daughters prefer us, your sons wish they were us
but it don’t really matter
i just wish you hell
swear i mean that shit sincerely
and if you keep coming for my children
you’ll be right to fear me.
i think that you got a fetish
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i think that you got a fetish bae
i don’t think you really Love me
it get you off when you on top
i know you like the view from above me
call me dirty nigger for a climax then you mash out feeling lovely
and i don’t think you got a soul
so you steady finessin tryna get at mine
but you can’t finesse me bae
i done peeped game. i invented that shit.
you said we could make it with blood sweat and tears
and i wanted so bad to believe in that shit
so why i’m the only one bleeding n shit?
i been the only one bleeding n shit.
and i swear we been wrong from the start, swear we been wrong from the start
swear we been wrong from the start, but ain’t no more fooling my heart.
get your fork off my plate
i do not owe you a thing
you can’t wash the blood off your hands
and you’ll never quiet the screams
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