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insane poetry - puffin' on angel dust كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yes!
light up your blunts
my sh_t is laced
yes!

[verse 1]
my vocal slice you like a rusty switchblade
leaving you leaking your life liquid
so why risk it?
may even k!ll your wife with it
the type sick with murderous thoughts to leave your f_cking wife’s wrist slit
in the night (?) when i start streaks (uh!)
cyco angelo (yo!) when i start beats
gotta appetite that can not be filled (filled!)
so f_ck a gas chamber i can not be k!lled
especially after i pop these pills
n_ggas talk about murder but ain’t got these sk!lls
black hatchetess chops me still
most wantеd that’s why the cops keep still
mad man summoned up the dеmon in me
you can’t escape lead better play dead. so break bread
boy lay dead where you stand where you stand
i’m cold crush when i’m puffin’ on angel dust

[chorus]
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
[verse 2]
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
sweating like a slave ready to spontaneous combust
plus, i’m having visions in my head i wanna act out
hit the loot once more, pull and c_ck my tool before i black out
the (?) be drifting in the mist of dark sp_ce (?)
some bl__dy bodies next to 40 glock casings
satan is telling me things i got voices in my dome piece
(?) i bust straps bodies collapse
each and every n_ggas getting caught up in my web of death
because you, cause of your nightmares coming true
your reality is making you wonder if i’m sane
my reality is finding ways to split your brains
name is psychopathic with harm pharmaceuticals
these murders happen can’t wash the blood from under my cuticles
the most beautifullest thing up in this world is k!lling cops
k!lling cops is what i’m doing when i’m having real thoughts

[chorus]
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
i’m sitting in my room puffin’ on angel dust
[verse 3]
now as the walls close in
i’m in the middle of the room in my draws smoking
god’s spoken but i couldn’t hear him
cause the dust got me sniffin’ on this broad open
with her jaw broken
soaking in her bl__dy flesh
the perfect painting of an ugly mess
beautiful you have lovely br__sts (yes!)
so to stake my claim i carve my name in your chest
no disputing, insane is the best
off the loop i spill your brains with a tec
the method of my madness black leather sacks
split you like a dutch let my axe (?)
forever that k!ller
n_gga to slice your chest
put your body bound with leather strap found by the aqueduct
act a nut as i came to bust
the most dangerous when i’m puffin’ on angel dust

- insane poetry

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