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aylien blue - blasphemous13 lyrics

aye
f_ck it i’m letting that sh_t bang
these little kids get trained
and fed up on slave trades
aye
bullets in brains
and many men get slain
defending the code of honour
while presidents get brain
crack in a skully
a baby in mother’s belly
we focusing on israeli
and letting bomb on they families
abusive lover
yeah he’s beating her
and leaving her

she tells him that she loves him and
doesn’t
know what the meaning is

and suicide
goes by
everyday i might try
i couldn’t cry
i’m numbing with this knife

f_ck it
take a life in a minute
you dare to stare in my eyes
i wanna k!ll him
but i would never admit it
uh
if he starts swinging
and misses i’m gonna hit him
and let him grab a beretta
make this battle ahead of us
fair
uh
shooting the residents there
like all you pessimists care
pressing the premise of all plastic in our air
uh
still in the depths of my lair
writing the verse of the year
grab on her purse and disperse murders that you

may have done
and these bullets extract the funds
if you wanted to go and run well my n_gga you’re f_cking late
aye
minute

20 seconds
i’ve already gone insane
and i’m not even spitting lyrics
i’m readings scripts of my brain
aye
f_ck it i could let it go bang up in a minute
but you’ll never see the image
i’m paining out on these children
been feeling such a feeling a pain
i can admit it
but ill never ever speak it
unless i’m feeling it seasick

put it to your weak wrists
i’m feeding off leeches
don’t crease these forces
they all black like that fiend list
i’m speechless
yeah my n_gga i’m speechless
yeah my n_gga i’m speechless
don’t even wanna see this
sh_t
that’s up on screen 6
id rather go and hit 3 bricks
before i eat p_ss
before i eat p_ss
uh
that’s a metaphor for death before dishonour
pain before
nine
one
one

grab a petty pistol i bang it into your skull

the chopper elevated how i’m shooting sh_t up
and i never ever lack unless i’m cooling with my love
uh
n_ggas talking rough
uh
rougher than my wrists
aye
prolly didn’t get it like this food inside my sh_t
uh
i could never trip
my n_gga i’m never mad
but this president been talking like we ain’t gon tax his ass

- aylien blue lyrics

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