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airospace – two minutes from heaven كلمات اغاني

red team!

[verse 1: jimmy the prophet]
panik
one and only (?)
ha, look
face gone, yea i need another
chainsaws, like to keep them running
i know you n_ggas want a happy summer
but i came back like a grieving brother
bloodstains on the chainsaws
demonic presence at your graveyard (red team!)
bullets high, face gone
blood splatters, i paint walls
satanic rituals and dead dogs
b_tt naked with a bunch of scars
got gold skulls on my marble floors
but you can’t see it cuz’ we close the door
this a private hoe for my maniacs
blood n_ggas on a raise attack
and when we crush bones, leave my fangs attached
see pools of blood, pleasе don’t react
this sh_t is brains, all of my n_ggas is zombies
walking around with a leg
no brain in thеy head, jimmy is dead
n_gga you f_cking with idiots
many of my many men are some lunatics
brain_raging alcoholics of nucleus
hungry for the entertainment of k!lling sh_t
wrap a n_gga in some plastic, dismember him
sickle cell, i got powers like a f_cking mutant
n_ggas really don’t want me to use them
watch me abuse them, got scorch roses
rip his face off, let his brain stall
in his friends like i’m jeffery o’kane
n_ggas really don’t want me as they friends
headshot and you hear it go bang
bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang

(sudden death!)

[verse 2: airosp_ce]
racks on, racks on, racks on me
got like 500 and i put that on dee
send like 10 shots through the dark i mean
krueger seen freddy k!lling all of your dreams
b_tch, i lean, huh
b_tch, i’m me
median mode out the range
top and i drop, bullets gon fly
lead in your body
your brain
shawty an astronaut
floating i’m hasselhoff
f_cked on the casting call
now she a grammy award winner, aye
murdered her n_gga, i’m david
i heard he a rapper, but i’ve been the king of this sh_t
swore on the bible that she don’t serve idols
a heathen, no typo, she swing on my d_ck
i got the midas, ain’t no one out like us
the difference in niceness is sp_ce in my ship
i don’t feel none of you n_ggas, them b_tches is narcissists
narcan to end an addict
all of you internet rappers are fake as all f_ck
and i’m here to corrupt on your disc
hooligan drip
know if you push, i’mma t
and your mama got someone to miss
flip and i kick
dip
slide on your b_tch
look at the fl!ck of the wrist
put on my letterman
flyer that i ever been
melanin
popping and settling
she wanna come but the link up been tentative
ending my sentiments
ghost, i’m inanimate, aye

- airospace

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