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sxmpra - this is war كلمات أغنية

take out my eyes and then fill me with lies
so i can’t see the truth in the end
sever the ties and then chalk up a line between me and the black cloak of death
naughty or nice and will h_ll be surprised when i enter the gates yet again
this time i’m bringing a pen and i’m writing in zen got the evil sh_t up in the den

aye

thinkin bout the motherf_ckers knowin that they f_ckin bustas
(boutta put a bullet in your head)
never seen a motherf_cker challenge end up in a gutter
(i think you you were better off dead)

aye

end up with a case
don’t suppress my f_ckin name
pleading guilty to the murder of the one and only snake
shallow grave
for a shallow f_ckin brain
see the tendencies to lie a lot are lame just like the motherf_ckers wearin bape

face to the bass
in a haste to be named
a great at the top of the underground stage and i’m
sick of comparisons keep on comparin em influence banned who the f_ck are you cancelling
sick of all these p_ssies postin pictures little b_tches wearin black just like they sad oh what a waste betcha
daddy buys your sh_t and you ain’t ever gotta worry bout ya pay or struggle mummy got ya if ya fallin on ya f_ckin face

(gotta go fast, gotta go fast, gotta go fast and fast and fast and fast)

p_ssy motherf_cker with a gun
pickin up the blade i’m boutta have a bit of fun
cuttin out yo tongue
then you done
never gonna talk about another motherf_cker on some bullsh_t b_tch you better run
drippin
on yo toes
see the
lies
start to
fold
devil stares
at yo
soul
while you
starin
at the moon

reincarnating the image of satan through lyrical placement hes tied in the bas_m_nt i’m getting complacent the way that you fake it is makin me lose every bit of my patience

take another another look up at the motherf_ckin sky
and you be seein something different every time, you wonder why
and it’s the same thing when a motherf_cker looks in to my eyes
(cold as ice and dead as night)

time to meet ya maker b_tch i’m bustin out the hollow tips
spittin on some evil sh_t and my lips be feeling venomous

takin tolls
you get rolled
put a curse upon your soul
take him out the back and watch him scream for god but no ones home

attract what i lack
want some mothaf_ckin racks
stacked back
in the back
of a black backpack
i’m a motherf_ckin villain with a baseball bat
talkin sh_t you gonna end up with ya backbone snapped
never slack
k!llin tracks
like a motherf_ckin mac
spittin bullets never missin
better get a toe tag
cos im boutta put a mothaf_cker in a body bag
when i’m spittin motherf_ckers better know that slaps

- sxmpra

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