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the animal king – jersey devil كلمات اغاني

hook_ better keep your eye out for the jersey devil, you ain’t sh_t to his f_cking level, you wanted a demon? well here i am, the devil can take a canon ball and your gun jam

v1_ i was birthed from a witch, cut your head off and unearthed ya body biych, then set ya as a warning in my woods, sh_t the teachers thought i was going to shoot up the school because of black hoods, a dark mind state that leads to death, you will find hate in my head till my last breath, rap till my voice is ho_rs_ like vocal cords snapped, k!ll this track with no remorse rappеrs get strapped, on to a table thеn get tortured, die and sit under my new orchard, imma be ya thirteenth reason why, crazy rhyma kidnap mc’s and fry, them in the h_ll i’ve been to and back from, f_ck my old life get out of my sh_ll and attack some, artist mush their skulls with the hoofs, heartless as i crush the roofs, on the house of rap i turn to amityville, burn a trap artist my humanity still, is fighting to come out as if i want that, i’m a assh0l_ c_nt but at least what i’m writing is not wack, so you

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v2_ poor the gasoline and have the streets burn, no more vaseline if you aren’t k!lling beats it’s my turn, my booth is the place of the dragon, rip off your face and broke a tooth you were only braggin, leave you barren in a pine box, stairin in my eyes you will find lots, of spirits trying to escape, seeming rappers are dying to the lyrics on this tape, they wish for the next g.o.a.t. and said let it be a devil, blood flows out your neck don’t talk sh_t about the rebel, you see my wings but i ain’t no angle b_tch, f_ck a thing a saint say but at least they ain’t a snitch, they putting bounties on my head, stay looting graves in ky counties till i’m dead, scream life out of a deaf b_tch, about to die from a demon cause you’re definitely a snitch, i told you ta

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v3_ witch mother dead at birth, my b_tch brother fled when i entered earth, y’all like to stick to the script but never want to be a writer, i sever a small c_nt head off for being a biter, how you like my h_rns now hoe?, on the mic i got a crown of th_rns yo, look at the kid that went batty, they book it but i still get rid of your favorite rapper laddy, my father is satan himself f_cking r_t_rd, bother me with all the hatin i’ll be plucking your eyes out with no regard, you thought this rap was fun, now you got trap in fear son, like when sticky fingaz let bullets fly at that concert, it gets trick on the mic make sure that every song hurt, go ahead and blame all the terrible sh_t on me, leave ya dead as i spit each flame i ain’t gandhi, so it’s best to
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- the animal king

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