Lyrics:
Spoken
I Am The Soul Of The Serpent
Join The Ceremony
Rejoice In Blasphemy
the fate
c wicked city, which he smote
By sword by fire and gate.
-I will rejoice, yes, in the Lord
cnd this verse, you will see.
The text itself, I will
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
other and their glasses clinked
One single unit, inseparably linked
"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by"
"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't
Beef
No steak
Man o man
Repping ends
Wanna make cake
Flip a full bird
By a box straight away
New garmz new stacks on
No games
Living in da ends like
Jobs in his garage Grindin' 'till I reach the top
Can't stop I'm solo, no entourage apart from the Three (Deadly Three)
Nobody could hold me, ain't
mayday, tryna touch Mars
Tryna get a payday like a nut bar
Tryna get my own island, fuck cars
I'm without a bus card, living in demise
The record label
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
columbine with three AKs
It's a slasher flick, stash more stiffs
Blood on my face, mud on my kicks
Kill me once, I'll be back for a sequel
Crazy like Gibson,
columbine with three AKs
It's a slasher flick, stash more stiffs
Blood on my face, mud on my kicks
Kill me once, I'll be back for a sequel
Crazy like Gibson,
Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise
Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed
Fire has to be sent to the poisoned
the destination it's the journey
Yea, losing my Abuela man that shit got me fed up
It brings me to the ground and I don't wanna get up
Voices in my head that just
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
them try
Swift like a silencer when I stroll by
I left a pool of blood in the spot where I once lied
Dr. Loomis tryna follow me looking for a trail
I
cheeks and hustle, nigga (uh-huh)
Game time, yeek twenty-three, the clip hang time
Gang signs, friendly fire, we ain't on the same side
Never catch me
and westbound
(How I feel inside)
It's black man and black queen
(Yes I tried, I tried,I tried)
In every country, every time
(I tried, I tried,I tried)
down to damage the globe
3 rolls, saw the lamb with blood on his robe
While the beast shove us in stoves
And the government swallow our souls
I'm
that get broke down
This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice
Don't make me fill this gun up and leave a nigga moist
I'm a get-by
Old man in me but he's uninvited
Sin is death but that's something that I've died to
Messing up, tears pouring down I'm crying
How can I keep this up
around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You
This is glass grade
You got
Apocalypse
Jesus, you got crystals in here two inches, three inches long
This is pure glass
You're a goddamn artist
H.C
the fear
A growing fire in Perceval's eyes
Drawn by the powers from the skies
One holy bound, hooves press the ground
Her fetters frayed, she's running
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