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the dead girlz – oh! كلمات اغاني

[intro: razakel]
these two c_ck_in_mouth aids infested b_tches wanna diss me, but only if someone else writes wicked lyrics for them. like i said before, you’re just as fake as your f_cking talent and whoever told you that you had sk!ll only wanted to ruin you. hahaha

[verse 1: razakel]
aw sh_t, it’s razakel in this b_tch
stepping out from the shadows spitting that real wicked sh_t
f_cking up these ugly b_tches thinking they true high class
they ain’t nothing but disgraces with d_ck stuck up their asses
classless d_ck_riding c_ck_in_mouth queens
using juggalos by claiming wicked sh_t in a hip_hop scene
i’ma hang you by your weave and knock your dyk_ size back in place
i ain’t that lady_like b_tches i will sh_t on your face
oh and lady morgan, miss sarah and teresa
hope you got your vd cards ’cause y’all are well known skeezers
razakel the wicked queen, get down on your knees
so why can death be my b_tch? just like sicktanick did to lo key
[chorus: razakel & sicktanick]
oh, oh (yeah!)
we love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (oh!)
from these ugly cross_eyed green fake_haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (yeah!)
’cause they don’t know, they don’t know (okay)
that we the wicked b_tches taking (oh!) sh_t under control (oh!)
oh, oh (yeah!)
dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (oh!)
’cause these stupid b_tches don’t know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (yeah!)
but now they’ll know, but now they’ll know (okay!)
’cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (oh!)

[verse 2: lyssa cer]
no more room in h_ll, i bet they’d clear a sp_ce for trash connections like you
searing hot, get disgraced and nameless in the game are the only true things that you do
chinese d_ck trap and i beat ripped pats
time you think you’re f_cking hard, cum in ass on the frontline
mean mind’s got that evil sh_t, falling through our wicked queen b_tch phase (we ain’t giving no fall out)
only reason that you claim it’s sad is ’cause it’s a game in which you can’t survive
your glassless ass has a rash and burn while this pair of two sick inches rot
i should cut your sh_t from ear_to_ear but the underground on their f_cking misery
’cause guaranteed you keep up your no_class charade
you’ll be laughed right out the industry

[chorus: razakel & sicktanick]
oh, oh (yeah!)
we love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (oh!)
from these ugly cross_eyed green fake_haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (yeah!)
’cause they don’t know, they don’t know (okay)
that we the wicked b_tches taking (oh!) sh_t under control (oh!)
oh, oh (yeah!)
dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (oh!)
’cause these stupid b_tches don’t know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (yeah!)
but now they’ll know, but now they’ll know (okay!)
’cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (oh!)
[verse 3: smallz one]
hold the f_ck up, something’s definitely wrong
you mean to tell me these b_tches are still carrying on?
i swear i’ve heard them before but they had a different name
oh, that’s right, the sl_t version of kmk
i have never heard jerk music get this out of control
by a walking ad for aids and a loudmouth troll
and you wonder why females are not taken seriously, ’cause sl_ts like this are given the mic and are allowed to spit it freely
get at me b_tches and lets flip this f_cking script
hang you at your own show by your infested droopy guts
i ain’t expecting sh_t, in fact, f_ck, these b_tches made me laugh
the bottom f_cking line, f_ck true high_class

[chorus: razakel & sicktanick]
oh, oh (yeah!)
we love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (oh!)
from these ugly cross_eyed green fake_haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (yeah!)
’cause they don’t know, they don’t know (okay)
that we the wicked b_tches taking (oh!) sh_t under control (oh!)
oh, oh (yeah!)
dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (oh!)
’cause these stupid b_tches don’t know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (yeah!)
but now they’ll know, but now they’ll know (okay!)
’cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (oh!)
oh, oh (yeah!)
we love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (oh!)
from these ugly cross_eyed green fake_haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (yeah!)
’cause they don’t know, they don’t know (okay)
that we the wicked b_tches taking (oh!) sh_t under control (oh!)
oh, oh (yeah!)
dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (oh!)
’cause these stupid b_tches don’t know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (yeah!)
but now they’ll know, but now they’ll know (okay!)
’cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (oh!)
oh

- the dead girlz

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