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cicada clique u.s. - three bastards كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yuh, aye, cicada, cicada my clique
yuh, aye, cicada, cicada my clique
yuh, aye, cicada, cicada, cicada
yuh, yuh, cicada, cicada my clique

[verse 1 _ yung exile]
the serpent of southside with devilish eyes
slide with a fang on this colt .45
sinking my venom straight into your spine
and taking your life, your soul will be mine
the lord of the flies, king of cicadas
i crawl in the window and k!ll all your neighbors
so come meet your god, say hi to your maker
i’m upping that buster beam at your face
embracing the curse that i have been given
a cancerous hate, an itch for the k!lling
so give me your pain and make me a s_d_st
motherf_cker, now you spеaking my language
leaving you brainless, battеred and anguished
i am the reaper, forever profane
insane, eternally ripping and slaying
the masses will bow at the b_st_rds’ ineffable reign

[interlude]
cicada, cicada my clique
cicada, cicada my clique
cicada, cicada, cicada
yuh, yuh, cicada, cicada my clique
[verse 2 _ thelemite]
rolling with cicada clique
be cautious, you might f_cking die
i’m rolling blunts while burning spliffs
to stay so high right out my mind
not listening to a f_cking thing
you see the pink up in my eyes
after that, you’ll find me by the lake, a soldier in demise
avoiding pansy motherf_ckers is how i stay so sane
picking up the gun and point the barrel right up to my brain
searching for the light of hope, i’m learning how to cope
looking up at sp_ce to picture myself
on a planet that’s too far to scope

[interlude]
cicada, cicada my clique
cicada, cicada my clique
cicada, cicada, cicada
yuh, yuh, cicada, cicada my clique

[verse 3 _ nightraid]
c_ck that sh_t back, knock a couple pills back
got scars on my wrist, so when i die, don’t hold your laugh
i hate to see the world in peace, but i’m still outmatched
half full glass, i ain’t never looked back
cut me in pieces, i live with no reason
goals and ambitions are feeding my demons
don’t ask me my plans, i’m still focused on breathing
black spots on my skin when the sun’s blacked out
oh, he got the mac out like i won’t crash out
apostles have mapped out the end times
cicadas will burn the earth ’til it’s all blacked out

- cicada clique u s

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