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drndrools – releasingallofmyanger. كلمات اغاني

[intro]
disclaimer:
this song is about gutting n_ggas and potentially blasting n_ggas if necessary, so if you’re interested in this topic, stay
if not, you can dip
my brain keeps telling me release this track for some odd reason that i can’t pinpoint why
anyways, here you f_cking go

[chorus]
i castrate n_ggas for fun, mutilating these c_nts, i’ll inform everyone
gripping the blade in my back pocket ’cause i’m just waiting for these puny punks to f_ck up
don’t got a pistol, b_tch
if i had one i would clench on that pistol grip 24/7
i’ll aim that b_tch up like rick from, “the walking dead”
shoot at your dome to transport you to heaven
or h_ll, or whatever the f_ck is your preference
been itching to maim, you can tell from my presence
no k!llers, just me, it’s just me and my weapon
my trench knife, drenched in f_ggot blood as it sets in your guts, withdraw
expressing guilt as your penance is not enough to come and save you, forget it
i don’t give a sh_t about what you’ve repented
you know what
just for that
i’m bashing your head in

[verse 1]
uh
i spit quick, to get rid, then offend, the dimwits and the nigs who just can’t comprehend it
might say some sl!ck sh_t so swiftly, these sissies, they’ll copy my style and then study each sentence
zany and twisted thoughts fills up my writtens
n0body f_cks with me, they keep their distance
smart, because all of this
rage that is stored in my body, i’ll release it, k!ll in an instant

bullet proof vest won’t do sh_t if aim for your head, b_tch
deliver my bullet, a present of gratitude, judged by my attitude, peasant’s the mood that i’m in right now
cutting your brethren
crack in my system
dark dimwit in denim, black
gripping that axe, the ‘xact one that i use for f_gs
murder is art
i’m picasso with knives and darts
piercing through p_ssies to tear through their scary ass

aye, n_gga ’bout to burst
no inverse
you are trapped in this room with me, there is no room to flee
uh, you’re gonna get it worst
i’ve got more than one trick up my sleeve, not a single trick pony, b
uh, don’t take me for a coward, c_nt, burning homes, slashing f_gs, gripping mags, ‘xtended ones, sn_tching hoes
grab a foe by their throat
beat ’em senseless
then position their mouth’s up to curbs, then proceed to stomp

impale with daggers
f_ck
pull it back out and stab a f_ckboy in his bladder
no matter the time or place
his face is what i’ll erase
dump his f_cking body in the ocean without a trace
wash off the blood from my fingertips, l!ck up the blood from my crusty lips, d_mn it tastes f_cking good
carving a scoreboard up on my wrist, tallying up all my f_cking slits…

_wishing i f_cking could_

pull up with the motherf_cking strap
aim the gat at your back
c_ck it back, then i splat, any f_g that…
wants it, so come here and get it, been equipped with daggers and ‘chetes, that’ll rip a b_tch quick
sl!ck misfit
narcissistic niglet, who’s mission’s to earn my millions and then not even spend it. daft dimwit
steady talking ginormous sh_t
if you want some some beef, stand back, i’m slurping my spinach

pow, knock you b_tches out like popeye
if a n_gga really big, i stab his ass in the eye
in this skinny f_cking figure, there’s a demon that just lingers
blood dripping from my eyes, better hide, he’s inside
he’ll gut you like a f_cking pumpkin…
current mood is ruff and rugged…
happy thoughts will start to plummet…
plunging out the f_cking toilet ’cause i’m motherf_cking dumping…

[outro]
f_ck berry

- drndrools

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