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big melancholy & trist b - disease كلمات أغنية

[intro]
a new disease is spreading rapidly across the united states and europe claiming over a million lives
the symptoms remain unknown, but before death all victims write this cryptic sentence _ “trist b, melancholy, cessir”

[verse 1: big melancholy]
you make me f_ckin’ sick
i been ridin’ for the six sh_t
make me flip my crucifix
got me creepin’ from a distance
but as soon as i pull up, i unload the clip and i make sure that i feed the beast
i’ve been a dog off the leash
i beat yo’ ass and then i make a bracelet out of yo’ t__th
he think he thе sh_t, i send him up sh_ts creek, p_ssy don’t tempt me
i been up latе with a brand new ‘chete
slidin’ in the night, p_ssy boy, i’m ready
ridin’ with a pipe, green light, i’m deadly
try me if you like, swing the knife in a frenzy, b_tch

[chorus: big melancholy]
i can feel the rage with my grave, yeah
i can feel the pain when i’m ragin’
i can hit the stage that you made me
but i can’t feel the hate go away when i’m playin’
i can feel the rage with my grave, yeah
i can feel the pain when i’m ragin’
i can hit the stage that you made me
but i can’t feel the hate go away when i’m playin’
[verse 2: trist b]
step out the apothecary, carryin’ a blade
waste away with the rest then i let ’em all decay (okay)
can’t recall a single time i ever gave it all to faith
what a shame, when i die i guess i’m burnin’ with the flames (yeah, yeah)
ever since i put the gun to my head, the colors gray
ever since i been inside of a cell, i’m a disgrace to my bloodline
they don’t know i’m dead inside a grave
i could stay with the ancient, fester in the plague, okay (okay)
i take out the embalmin’, i love the smell of a body that’s rotten (rotten)
now the angels have fallen, i am a deity, the lucifer walkin’ (walkin’)
cast a hex on ya coffin, leavin’ disease, no one knows what the cause is (cause is)
yeah, my blood full of toxins, smokin’ these blunts to my face in the moshpit
mo_mo_mo_moshin’, cult with the mobb, it’s a deadly concoction, yeah
ca_ca_ca_caution, bodies in vats with the acid, dissolve ’em, yeah
bu_bu_bu_bubonic plague in a vial, disease in the pollen, yeah
a_a a constant state of demise when i summon the prophets (trist)

- big melancholy trist b

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