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down6 - twisted visions كلمات الأغنية

(hook)
laying in my bed, got twisted visions/
so i sat to meditate to get away, division
upon up every soul, the weight has risen
now im in control, the throne elysian

every naggin imp, gets sacrificed
and drowned in a pool from the blood of christ
motherf_cka’s get whipped, hung, chained and vice
im wrecking up a system, praise tonight

(verse 1)
f_ck your inner peace, useless energy
imma sinner b, miss the synergy
no f_cks
chilling underground and imma go nuts
never been afraid of what they shown us
man i do not wanna f_ckin grow up
i want the f_ckin power on this throne, what?
i tend to be the dominant, dont follow do the opposite
and go nuts

(verse 2)
fuel a victim’s rage, lock em in a cage
never f_ckin tame, b_tch i been a saint
im the one they praise, every f_ckin day
keep on talkin mane, you’ll get f_ckin hanged
load the f_ckin ammo, finna hit em cl!ck bang
quick range, i can f_ckin comprehend the 6th plane
run_up_and sacrifice all my opponents in a sick rage
switch blade, all up in there necks, never been sane

it’s_time_to_face_your_fate, no fakes will wake more
imma addicted to the race, i came to shake floors
no one f_ckin with the snake, replace my great score
im depicted with the greats, i break a saint’s core

converse with the imps, right inside of my head
we devise a f_ckin plan, setting up in my shed
got a chair and nightstand, wait til the night ends
where a motherf_cker k!ller on the loose, quite tense

eat up every single motherf_cker that i lured in
take a skull and f_ck it, while im chanting, “what a pretty sin”
knocking on my door, i give a quarter of a lunar grin
bled until they see the light and now your body’s in a ditch

(hook)
laying in my bed, got twisted visions/
so i sat to meditate to get away, division
upon up every soul, the weight has risen
now im in control, the throne elysian
every naggin imp, gets sacrificed
and drowned in a pool from the blood of christ
motherf_cka’s get whipped, hung, chained and vice
im wrecking up a system, praise tonight

(verse 2)
whips, chains
giving everybody f_cking blood stains
lit, flames
all around ya clique, fl!ck a bic mane

i dont give a sh_t about ya weak gang
drenching every corpse in the butane

- down6

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