1. |
aleXANder ft. Chris Lee
03:28
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Stomach full of drugs
Only time I'm able ta love
Over dose and fall asleep resurrect as the plug
Body on stuck Misinterpreting your words
You wanna fuck me you wanna kill me not sure which one it was
I am the fucking terror
In the pussy wave pool drowning with Sarah
I am the Charles Manson
On parole reinvigorating cults fa result of my merit
Tell bae I'll come and see her when I'm up in NYC
Tell her keep the fuck Nigguh close so I can expose his prosperity
Ain't nothing held in those jeans you don't even know to load yo clip
Like you grew your nails long to smoke an inyuyasha spliff
I attack with this Mac and a scythe like I'm black, hooded to my feet in serpents I worship
She's octopussy with her tentacruel choke the life from my dick during Sunday service
Offering plate mistakes Malcolm x pockets you don't want this fucking skirmish
I put faces on tall tees like I work fa supreme fa fuck boy purchase
I run beside my devils to purge in 12 step levels of the hedgerow
Satans little tool shed I keep my arrows fa mcQueens and Mercury bezels damned be the lean that seeps through the metal
Full bodied alchemist posing as scarecrow to flock birds and empty their mental
Instant transmission with two fingers in her pussy
Told me to stop teasing her her body's squeezing like an Uzi
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2. |
Methamphetamine
04:57
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Eradicate my lifeless entity spiritless contingency give my constitutes everything
That includes my entire being and what's left of my reason
When it's time to breed bitches the earth opens and I feed em all my semen
Put ya head in a noose to see how long ill keep ya breathing
Dose ya in grey goose firemen couldn't extinguish
Whats embedded in truth fuck boys VHS obseletion
Long live proof with bullets flying at ya schema
I'm falling falling falling falling away from me
Taste my fucking flesh and become one with this nicotine
Falling falling falling right into me bitches pussys wet from me showing her my pinky ring
Black hoodies that entrap a pale pigment to keep society malignant lynching remainders of what's left in any reason
Oklahoma bomber causer catastrophic slobber knocker manipulating the minds of the youth to formulate a stronger posture
But with a 100 bitches locked in my dungeon I have no need for light or political discussion
Another 100 blonde bitches for lunch and, I lose my life to regression and poignance of popular presumptions
Chorus
I'm traumatized by your eyes and the way you move your thighs
I come alive inside your ribs and bend your spine to past the time
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I want cancer can't fucking stand blind black panthers
I want answers cult followings like I'm the back in black Charles Manson
Death is the only standard that pampers the minds of clones as enhancers
Buried in clothes for hoes to advance entranced in the eye of the necromancer
My neck, is distressed, from holes, ya bitch left
When I crept, she slept, in a hole underneath my bed
Now she's dead, she's dead, she's dead, I'm sorry
She's dead, she's dead, she's dead, and I'm hungry
Cannibalistic cannibis canistered in human heads
Materialistic pessimist arbitrary to rhetoric
Dick riding denizen pocket reaching short limbed nemesis
From the way you dress Id reach in your chest and extract a bitch like I'm breathing nothing's ever real escapism through realm the most alive I've felt is when I'm dreaming
DMT and semen in her throat so she doesn't choke summon demons with a rope nailed into hope on a float
Open holy books and don't read it
Bardock bullets and Drop from depletion bigamist sullen and stop when it's treason we were never truents don't stop when you see me
She said the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had x2
I've been alone my entire life I wish that I was dead
I don't have much besides this knife vertical cuts will bleed me red
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I can't pronounce what I'm wearing
As she denounces desires of heaven
Menthol messiah breathes life into the scarlet I love the way she bleeds on the beast she's a harlot
Five finger death stunt my presence is vengeance
Six hundred sixty six reasons for pleasure when I'm inside her all she wants in the razor and the canines of a viper to scathe her masochist miser
Blood rains, from the sky I'm healing
Weapon x paradigm Vatican ceilings
Michel Angelou painted the soul of this demon with intricate schema on how to kill vegan
Mimic mimic mimic
Until you see a million million million
What happens when there's children
Pollute the world with mindless pilgrims x2
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5. |
Suicide Cycles ft. MNWLL
02:46
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She is travelin
Down this road I walk
Love the way her lips move while they talk
Fräulein Gypsy with her pixie dust
Rip my innards in splinters as I get lost in your lust
Darker
I thought I loved you, I did
I thought I could trust you but you stole all my wit
I dream of what could have been but inside my head my wrist had diminished from slits
All my utopia had crumbled to bits civilization I no longer live
Brolic barbarian I have become with fully loaded clips inside of my gun
I load it I cock it everyone has fun
To look at my carcass and say that they've won
You never stopped me you're all that I had
I sit with the devil and wait for my dad
acting as Midas
Abandonment trifles with atoms of Plymouth living inside us
Scuffles for tridents in rush of the Saigons have left me cumulus dispersed like a pagone
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