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Mort Vivant
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If you fucking around, get found, with the big stick Sleeping in the ground, ice around, like a tulip Wanna go another round, with the bound up sick kid Leave a pussy drowned looking like a dewlap If you hold the crown, get found, with a mystic Seeping flesh bound, to the bone, need kingship From the underground, background kinda mystic With a big dick pastless conquer bitches Evil visions, bitch my ego vicious Easel glisten, painting my failing missions Emote hidden, which by vetos wishing Emo conditions, bewitching normal decisions I can't trust myself, there's someone in my head... that wants to kill me So I stay ahead, confront the demons and weep... never feeling guilty Motha fuckas always trynna stab me in the back... not even death can kiss me Keep my grass cut, smoke it when I see the snakes attack If you fucking around, get found, with the big stick Sleeping in the ground, ice around, like a tulip Wanna go another round, with the bound up sick kid Leave a pussy drowned looking like a dewlap If you hold the crown, get found, with a mystic Seeping flesh bound, to the bone, need kingship From the underground, background kinda mystic With a big dick pastless conquer bitches If you fucking around, get found, with the big stick Sleeping in the ground, ice around, like a tulip Wanna go another round, with the bound up sick kid Leave a pussy drowned looking like a dewlap If you hold the crown, get found, with a mystic Seeping flesh bound, to the bone, need kingship From the underground, background kinda mystic With a big dick pastless conquer bitches Spot a bitch, like yup its dat kid At your crib, but you don't know that yet In your fridge, cause I know you ain't got that packed Don't need a weapon cause I know you ain't got that packed Shotta pig I was in the night shift Gotta bitch and she gotta dick Like Omar with a sad lil side bih Hear me from afar, like oh shit it's that kid Anxiety exciting me, killing boredom Creepin up quietly, without warning Silence you're piety, willing forfeit When you're talking shit on me, what a misfortune Fuckbois aint got shit on me, mockery Yall reflections of society, Mimicry Copy me and I Shoot up your soccer team Look at me, eyes dead til I get the endorphins Suplex break your neck, hit that slingblade Your bitch on her back, screaming my name You rappers say the same, like i'm to blame It ain't my fault i'm doing my thing and you still lame If you fucking around, get found, with the big stick Sleeping in the ground, ice around, like a tulip Wanna go another round, with the bound up sick kid Leave a pussy drowned looking like a dewlap If you hold the crown, get found, with a mystic Seeping flesh bound, to the bone, need kingship From the underground, background kinda mystic With a big dick pastless conquer bitches If you fucking around, get found, with the big stick Sleeping in the ground, ice around, like a tulip Wanna go another round, with the bound up sick kid Leave a pussy drowned looking like a dewlap If you hold the crown, get found, with a mystic Seeping flesh bound, to the bone, need kingship From the underground, background kinda mystic With a big dick pastless conquer bitches
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