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goreoffline - 6 foot deep cypher lyrics

[verse 1: rotten]
catchin’ bodies in the back
got an ar in the bag
stupid indians talkin’ ’bout some swag
yeah, you smell like f_ckin’ sh_t
f_ckin’ shoot you any day, yuh
i don’t care about a motherf_ckin’ b_tch
yeah, bullets in a bag
gonna put it in my bag
[?]
yeah, got an ar15, shoot you in your face
[?]

[verse 2: gorejit]
[?]
i was broke, now i got thots in a penthouse
d_d_different drugs, i’ma put ’em in my mouth_o_o
i got drugs in a bag, i got money in a bag
i got drugs in a bag, i got money in a bag
got h_lla free bands from [?]
yeah, this b_tch fat as f_ck, she eating pie
yuh, y’all can’t see the death in my eyes
death in my eyes
death in disguise
demons in my mind
beat his ass ‘n’ tie him up
run him up in bentley truck
got a glock on me, don’t test yo’ luck
yuh, magnum on mе, ‘n’ i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gun, i’m talkin’ ’bout that [?]
[verse 3: goreful]
necrosociety
me ‘n’ rottеn loadin’ up, pull up to the f_ckin’ vault
one less hostage, but it wasn’t my fault
cops on my f_ckin’ phone, bullets straight through his dome
yeah, my ex call me crazy, but she won’t leave me alone (goreful)
i got bullets if you wanna f_ckin’ share some
i take that band and i flip it like it’s redrum
f_cking pull up on me and we mag dump
r_t_rd lookin’ mad dumb (minecraft zombie sound)
he’s laughin’ like he f_ckin’ said somethin’

[verse 4: goreoffline]
i pop xans ‘n’ i got ’em in my throat
yeah, i hate these f_ckin’ f_ggots talkin’ sh_t, got a death note
k!ll a f_ckin’ f_ggot, steal my swag, it’s a quote
talkin’ all that f_ckin’ sh_t, but you don’t even tote
all these bodies in the bag, b_tch, i stack ’em in a boat
big steppa to my block, b_tch, yeah, i’m the goat
if that b_tch tryna leave, i’ma cut her f_ckin’ throat
blood bank, blood money, big guns in my coat
i just took some f_ckin’ fent, i’ma float
me ‘n’ goreful in the function, yeah, we smokin’ on yo’ b_tch
if that p_ssy tryna talk, shut his mouth, stitch it up
i got k’s in my bag, p_ssy b_tch, pull up
[hook: hauntgat]
talk down, get f_cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’_tweakin’
one_shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’, yeah
pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’, b_tch
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation

[verse 5: hauntgat]
peelin’ tire
uppin’ milage on the f_ckin’ f_ggot
feelin’ violent
could give a f_ck about it, what’s the point then?
steady grippin’
white knuckle grippin’, yeah, that is the method
stutter steppin’
the ak get to stutter, leave you riddled

[hook: hauntgat]
talk down, get f_cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’_in’_in’_in’
one_shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’
pi_pi_pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’_ayin’
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation

[verse 6: hxlx]
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
b_tch, you know i’m moving fast when i shoot
you can’t f_ckin’ hit me, i got kevlar in my suit
.556, hit you with that f_ckin .762
stupid f_ckin’ f_ggot testin’ [?] bullets
get the f_ck up
shut the f_ck up
shut the f_ck up
get shot, b_tch
get the f_ck up
get the f_ck up
get the f_ck up
get the f_ck up, b_tch
[verse 7: goreoffline]
aye, what’s up, guys? my name is 8am ‘n’ i’m a f_ggot who makes kawaii necrotrap
g_g_g_g_got a f_ggot that’s tryna steal my sauce
me ‘n’ rotten, yeah, we trappin’, muh’f_cker, we a boss (i hope you k!ll yourself)
steal my preset ‘n’ you think you bossed up
i got six figs in my f_ckin’ bank, take that loss (guys, i make necrotrap)
shut up, little f_ggot, yeah, i’ll beam
i got six on my wrist and you f_ggots just leech, yeah
hey, 6, how you doin’ gettin’ pegged?
yeah, you vr chat f_gs, all you do is just beg
coffin boy with a spinner in his hand
been like this since a jit, just to let you f_ggots stand, yeah
i been going h_lla schizo with my hand
i been talkin’ all my sh_t, but i’m making h_lla grand
f_ck yo’ b_tch, ‘cus i’m wearing all the brands
going psycho, all i see is these bands
going schizo, i don’t need no f_ckin’ friends

[verse 8: rotten]
[?]
stupid b_tch, i’ll get you shot, i’ll make you [?]
that sound that i hear when i catch you [?]
stab, stab, [?] hit you when i
stab stab, [?]
[?]
stab, stab, stab [?]
collecting bodies in my bas_m_nt, got a b_tch all on my d_ck
[?] when i pull up, you’ll be shi_i_i_
you’re a f_ggot, you’re a tranny, get the f_ck off my d_ck
[?]

[verse 9: goreoffline]
me ‘n’ rotten, yeah, we sim swappin’
if a f_ggot wanna talk, we gon’ drop him, yeah
ak mags ’round my f_ckin’ waistband
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m just addicted to these f_ckin’ bands
if that f_ggot tryna f_ckin’ talk, we gon’ cut his f_ckin’ glands
i been going h_lla stupid with my hand, yeah
i_i_i_i don’t need no f_ckin’ friends, need my bands
k!ll an opp ‘n’ i’ll bury his body in the f_ckin’ sand
k!ll an opp ‘n’ i’ll bury his body in the f_ckin’ sand
k!ll an opp ‘n’ i’ll bury his body in the f_ckin’ sand

[verse 10: gxner]
takizava spilled yo’ blood
and this [?] gotta give me access [?]
rappers out this [?] freakshow, give it up
everybody really baggage, tryna pick ’em up
i’ve been posted like a catfish that used to litter off
i’ve started life livin’ lavish, you can hit her up
[?] saggin’, this buckle, lift it up
give a sticky [?] pack, just so we can’t get it off
really posted like aladdin, i gotta lift it up

[verse 11: rotten]
i got h_lla bullets, down to yo’ spleen
one shot, then i got that magazine, uh
stupid little b_tch, you get f_ckin’ popped, yeah
next to [?]
[?]
take off that [?]
[?]

[verse 12: goreoffline]
i’m a gooner!
i been posted with a glock in my bag
i got blood on my trueys, why you tryna steal my swag?
if that f_ggot tryna talk, i’mma drown him like a rag
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
leave yo’ f_ckin’ body in a muh’f_ckin’ body bag
[?]
yeah, i’m going schizo, little b_tch, i’m off my meds
yeah, i will stab a little f_ggot just for being in a band
if you tryna talk your sh_t, then we coming for yo’ head
yeah i can tell you’re f_ckin’ scared, i can feel the f_ckin’ dread
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
i’ve been seeing [?] ‘cus i get a little [?]
in my room [?]
i just did some f_ckin’ ket ‘n’ i’ll bring the f_ckin [?]
[?] cuts in my f_ckin’ veins just to feel something real
k!ll a b_tch just to hear her f_ckin’ scream
yeah, [?]
seeing shadows in my room, i don’t know if they’re real
i’ma post your f_ckin’ body off of my bereal

[outro: goreoffline]
what’s up, guys? welcome to my grooming session, featuring hicartel. today, i’m gonna show you how to touch little kids in their private areas

- goreoffline lyrics

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