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funeral fantasy - no control كلمات الأغنية

(verse 1)
inject your pen’s ink into my bloodstream
let my veins turn f-cking green
so i can prove i’m toxic and a f-cking waste
combine it together
toxic waste of sp-ce
what’s that?
i’m a creep?
oh you will see!
i’m gritty and off of the hennessy
better be 6 feet deep down i go then
or i can show them my unholy omen

(verse 2)
hit me with motives and unload the carbine
funeral’s devoted to feel no emotion all this time
black blood
ugly skin
roses wither in my sight
notice how the swans cry when i come in and shine
hold up with your venting motherf-cker
i’m augmenting while attempting to start some ruckus
i don’t give a sh-t about you suckers
the sc-mbag is too busy putting b-tches in the gutter
cannibal’s last supper aye
i hit ‘em with the venom
put it inside of their denim
i get ‘em
i end ‘em
they fight their momentum nah
better go and get it
from the start line to the finish
this is only the beginning
i start business with your misses
you bet i’ll hit it with her
you’re just a stupid amateur
your life has been a blur while you’ve been absurd
i’m a prodigy
i honestly might put you in a he-rs- with the others possibly

(verse 3)
reaper of rap
son of a serpent
i certainly will slaughter all of the vermins
f-ck those burdens
they’ve got no purpose
i’ll put them below the surface
that’s for certain
in the shadows i’m lurking
i’m so determined to cause havoc with hermits
yes it is urgent
we’re all f-cking hurting
black blood pours out of every servant
serving us some major damage
i went on a f-cking rampage
these are b-tches to the savage
vanquish some as i f-cking vanish
dawg bark up the wrong tree one more time and i’ll make colombine look like a tea party
shut your mouth
close your eyes unless you wanna say that you’re sorry

(verse 4)
echo on the map
relocate real fast
the scoundrel set to mitigate is fighting back at last
f-ck that
f-ck him and f-ck you too
listening to me like i f-cking love you
i hate you
i hate everyone
lucifer and god
i’ll take what is mine then leave with a bop
this was a good cop
stop with your bullsh-t you evil spirited little b-tch
here a st-tch for your st-tches you f-cking little snitch
you get what you get
an eye for an eye
no time left to cry when you’ll die
goodbye
i sigh at the thought of changing my ways
i’m going insane on the beat
no cap f-ckface
really wanna count bands but i’m broke today
contraband on the counter with no cocaine

(verse 5)
at the palm of the hand you will find some cash
getting profit at the back of a cadillac
sippin’ that cognac as you buck back then crash into a tree
a bl–dy car crash rigged by the only dead guy around town
yours truly
funeral
b-tch i’m f-cking out

- funeral fantasy

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