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Pistol supersonic | Walking with the souls that haunted | Hearing voices I'm neurotic
Pistol supersonic Walking with the souls that haunted Hearing voices I'm neurotic Dancin with the deadly posse You don't wanna play the double R mane Lookin like a bitch made pussy ass stain Make ya disappear like I'm David Blaine Sendin these shots right up into ya brain Runnin yo pockets and fuckin yo bitch Offa da brain tuckin a blick Pressin a prophet im makin em sick Wit da way i sway wen i talk my shit We witcho bitch n we off dat shit Up down left right wen i hit dat shit Yo fuck this rock lemme hit dat spliff Volcano brain widda pistol grip Wit a pistol grip Imma end yo shit Imma make it quick Betta up that stick Wit a demon clique Cross em off the list Lemme pop my shit Boy best not slip 2 2 3s into ya quarters might just shoot ya for my quota Stackin bodies like a hoarder dump you off right past the Border Keep sayin reid be outta line he might say you right Fuck around and manifest a nine creepin up from behind We on da brink of something greater than u eva seen Bow down before da ovalord A demon summoning These bitches funny They say they love me I'm no dummy She drank my honey Waitin for me got nose all runny Im ready for war They beggin for more This shit like a walk in the park Don't fuck with the lord I'm pulling the cord I'm tearing they whole life apart Come n catch dis fade Undead double R widda devilish gaze Betta count yo days Ima puttem inna box if they disobey Take yo peso Wont see my face tho Give it all just cuz i say so No halo Dynamite onna mic Blowin up like waco
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