Lyrics:
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
not to chill with niggas
Now I'm backseat, I'm like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I'm an athlete
The way I be makin' the track meet
forth my rejoice
With Hades’ blade in hand I make my final stand
Cutting at the throat of all three heads
Ascend the blade for the heavens to keep
I
next to me
Ask if we fuck Imma say more then 3
Don't ever talk shit end up in yo home
HVK yeah there's blood on your gnome
Hide away the Glock cuz
It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
the scarlet draining out, from
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
blood death shall not have its toll
And I am just a writer attempting to aid the Holy role
So please take a seat, but the album on repeat
Close your eyes
of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
was hot
I bust 3 shots, Left him bleedin' in Meyers parkin' lot
Cocaine makes my nose numb
So I want to jack us some
Got 2 razor blades
Stinky pants
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
the
Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then
throatsaw
a privilege to fall by it's grace
throatsaw
your blood paints a mask on my face
one swipe, two swipes
i'll see inside your neck tonight
three
just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma
Adapt.
Am I alive & I can see.
Memory of life, no fear of blood.
Staring down the blade of a twisted god.
Sand & blood. My last stand
Memory of death,
Who can i trust don’t remember
Blood life purple levander
It is that drank that im sippin
Choppa duck pain you get it
Kick so hard n****nem start that
begging me to my face
That hidden plot twist of it
Pushed me to mention with no trigger warning
Those kids their wrist open
Blade on it
Blood plunked
that this
Really taking off, rocket ship
I guess everyone has already said it
I guess I need a different mouth to go and tell it
Had albums at 16, never
blade on me if you need the recap
Eating like three caps, looking over at the window like
Did you see that?
Exhausted, jumping up in the middle
Hit a killswitch and put an
End to any problem, bitch!
Hash and weed, hash in a bong
Got weed by the ton, got blow by the load
If you wanna get throwed
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas
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