FTP (feat. Karter Krueger)

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Glasya

The demons' names (given below) are taken from the goetic grimoire Ars Goetia, which differs in terms of number and ranking from the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum of Johann Weyer. As a result of multiple translations, there are multiple spellings for some of the names, explained in more detail in the articles concerning them. The sole demon which appears in Pseudomonarchia Daemonum but not in the Ars Goetia is Pruflas. The 72 Angels of the Shem Hamephorash are considered the opposite and balancing force against these demons. more »

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I said F*ck the police yeah they took all my guns
And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons
I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns
Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums
I said F*ck the police yeah they took all my guns
And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons
I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns
Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums
I said move up out my way, get out my way, before I buss
I said I make plays and I get paid I turn his head to mush
Trigger finger gonna bust
Now he walk-in with a crutch
Little bitch I say wassup
Little bitch I run it up
Run it up run it up
I got oz's in my cup
Just got a call from the plug
You want some perky's I said yuh
Fly like a turkey jug it up
F*ck you mans I dig him up n f*ck him up
N split him up
F*ck it up nah f*ck me up
I said F*ck the police yeah they took all my guns
And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons
I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns
Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums
I said F*ck the police yeah they took all my guns
And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons
I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns
Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums
You lean on me believably
Your girl does fucking like at least
Sick and full of thievery
I will not hit If I smell yeast
Hated from the West to East
I grew up In the Wasteland streets
Keep on talking shit get creased
Because I'm the Pope your ass a priest
Your homie In Heaven
And yeah his soul Is released
I cannot lie It was funny
Look at who Is not deceased
Running with a tribe called Doom
They'll put your head under a tire
Made music before It was cool
And you weren't you fuckin liar

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