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midwest blackheart - $ymbols كلمات أغنية

ignore your conscience

she had a lot to say
i wasn’t trying to hear it
she had a lot to say
i wasn’t trying to hear it
(b_tch, shut the f_ck up)
she had a lot to say
i wasn’t trying to hear it
eyes black (black) i can smell the spirit
thirst never quenched i got to get near it
$ymbols on the ground, stars align with the

the clock struck twelve and the doctor laughed
the skull came open and the patient gasped
the lord came in and removed her mask
the sun went black from the overcast
now it looks like we gotta have another blood session
fickle mother f_cker with a sickle, they don’t never learn their lesson
they want me to take it all to be alive must be depressing
might as well just put a f_cking slug through their f_cking family crest stamp
i’m too sl!ck with the throat slit, when it come to murder sh_t
i’m the one with my eyes rolled back and my toes crimped
keep your girl out the graveyard, or get your mother f_cking hoe pimped
dead d_ck don’t quit, ask her bruh
the b_tch so simp, i haven’t been soft since the first time i played just the tip
with a serrated blade flip, stick it in and twist till you hear it rip
don’t worry i won’t slip, i got a gorilla grip
i pride my whole style, on being intricate
don’t ask what’s in the backpack, i got the drugs by the pack mack
they make a hoe p_ssy react, i’m whippin’ in the hoopdie
that dirty b_tch ride in the back, she might go catch a bad rap
banging all on my trunk while i’m trying to focus
like i got time for all that
which brings up a thought as a matter of fact
catch you thumbing through your bills these hoes quick to attack
pros in the field stick to a pimp like a tac, so i’d consider contraceptive
and try not to get that ass jacked
she had a lot to say
i wasn’t trying to hear it
she had a lot to say
i wasn’t trying to hear it
she had a lot to say
i wasn’t trying to hear it
eyes black (black), i can smell the spirit
thirst never quenched i got to get near it
$ymbols on the ground, stars align with the

uhh
the clock struck twelve and the doctor laughed
clock, clock struck twelve and the doc. (doc)
the lord came in and removed her mask

watch out when that p_ssy get lock jaw
want you to go in raw, number one playa sin boy
beware of the monster in the ocean
throwing it back strong, taking the d_ck long, the same old lame song
don’t go getting lost up in the motion
so wrap it up like a shoe bomb, fill her face up with newborns
spit in her mouth and say soups on, i never show a b_tch emotion
now tell me why the h_ll these zombies following me
baby a daisy will do ya, i’ll give you a dallop of d
i call them all doc spocks, they whole life make believe
humanity out of this world, why the h_ll would i want to breathe
creep out my crypt, wipe the blood from my lip
let out a sigh of relief, and then it’s right back to slaying hoe
i don’t lose any sleep, shhhh
i think i hear somebody praying, it’s time to roll up my sleeves
i got to ride through the gray, got to take them out at the knees
last thing he heard, was the rustling leaves
d_mn russell put up a tussle
i had to turn his eyes into t’s
and just like all my ex’s, f_cked and left him to bleed
but he got a little special treatment see, i planted the seed
now inside this mind lies the crippling desire of greed
see evil always wins, why the h_ll would you challenge me
in the valley of shadows i am death, how the h_ll could you disagree
this ain’t no fairytale world, hoe no one deadly as me
f_ck the hollows, i’m the living dead
with the magick stick and iyc tapestry, trying to put a end to my blood reign
angel face f_cks after me, i’m so stone cold
medusa could get that p_ssy bruised casually
f_ck that snake headed hoe and leave her with atrophy
you so shook your b_tch ass would probably lay your snake at her feet
as you bow your head you lose it, and she bring the sh_t back to me
so we can laugh as we feast, beast hearted
every deed i’ve ever done, it was done dastardly
poppa was a cradle robber, i was meant to act b_st_rdly
think i’m out my gourd, but with this much gore on my mind
i got a rational plea, i never run low on flesh i’m the tax man of the cemetery
and every one of you weak f_cks will be treated fairly
souls collected annually, debt respected nationally
i don’t give a f_ck if you cremated, you ain’t going to get a pass from me
to even ask is blasphemy, like questions of a metaphysical nature
directed to a human being, b_tch shut the f_ck up
go make that money, and bring the sh_t back to me

- midwest blackheart

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