T.R.U. (Totally Rotten Underground) - $uicideboy$

T.R.U. (Totally Rotten Underground) - $uicideboy$

Альбом
My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't
Год
2015
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
127500

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T.R.U. (Totally Rotten Underground)

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Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I ride for my niggas, what?

I die for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas!

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I ride for my niggas, what?

I die for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas!

It’s that fiend with 'bout twenty prescriptions

Down for my triple six killers

I glisten in my world of fiction, twitching from all my addictions

Mutilations deep down in my basement

Forsaken the road to heaven I had taken

Replacing my scriptures for demons and witches

While twistin' a cigarillo full of bitches and snitches

Deceased bodies laying in sheets

The blackest creep of the black sheep

Summoned from Hades to rise, 3 AM when I arrive

Sixes all over my eyes, picking my burial site

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I ride for my niggas, what?

I die for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas!

All of these bullets have names written on them

The trigger, I pull it and brains spill, no caution

Often I murder, I toss 'em, no washing

Ain’t nauseous, I’m flossing inside of the coffin

I reek from the mice I eat

I am the fiend for the shrines and sheets

I am the tide, and yes, I am the deep

I am the skeleton hiding the bones I need

I am the leopard print that Lucifer uses for hide and seek

Enemies try and see me, but I’m quite the freak

Hiding inside misery, yeah, my spine’s so weak

Frying my memory with all the pine I breathe

Scythe in a sheath, I will slice all the sheep

Because Christ is on ice, I’m collecting the blood he bleeds

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I’m down for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I ride for my niggas, what?

I die for my niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas!

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