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letra de evil omen - 919slum

[verse 1: cocaine krueger]
back the f-ck up
i’m bringin’ you h-ll in a horrific way
with the glock and the gauge
so what’s up? blood trail on the dirt road
leadin’ to the motherf-ckin’ trees in the back of the graveyard plot
i don’t wanna take yo’ life but i will
with the chrome thang to yo’ face, give me everything that you got
on the south side of the map
strapped with the motherf-ckin’ gat in my lap
gon’ peel yo’ cap, got you hogtied back in the wood
right beside the campfire, and i know yo’ ass feelin’ that
heat on yo’ face, take a second while i let yo’ ass pray to the gods to no avail
give me yo’ body and soul, it’s a sacrifice
sendin’ yo’ ass to the gates of h-ll, you fell
deep down, low in the pits
smith & wesson, got 3 fully loaded clips
mane too sk!lled with a ar, i’m with the sh-ts
leave you drownin’ in yo’ blood and the rain in the ditch
tennessee, worldwide, blow yo’ head up high
mane, hockey mask k!ller make a grown man cry
got all black suits in the graveyard
full house funeral when i make a grown man die

[hook: cocaine krueger]
when the 12 gauge pump lift a motherf-cker up in the sky
you would swear i made a grown man fly
evil omen, i put the fear of god in a b-tch, not before i show him why
my gun got 13 skulls on the side
each one counts for a bl–dy homicide
think you tough? think you hard? add a body to the pile
when you step inside my domicile
when the 12 gauge pump lift a motherf-cker up in the sky
you would swear i made a grown man fly
evil omen, i put the fear of god in a b-tch, not before i show him why
my gun got 13 skulls on the side
each one counts for a bl–dy homicide
think you tough? think you hard? add a body to the pile
when you step inside my domicile
[verse 2: 919slum]
arteries is clogged with shots, i commence on a battery
magically, i started coming up and now they mad at me
i see the sun that rises, seen it fall, and as it passin’ me
i grab the reef, hop into the seat of my black whip
and get the gasoline, see me at a red light, tried carjacking
i come through with ruthless passion, so i quickly get to stabbing thee
drag him while he sad, scratch his knees, watch him bleed profuse
when you deal with me, or my clique, you is bound to lose
they must be confused, thinkin’ i will take abuse
why yo’ clique don’t rock with me? is it ’cause i tell the truth?
all y’all rappers fell off and you hate to see a rapper new
coming at this magnitude, fix yo’ trifling attitude
they try me on this music mess, their body leaves this latitude
magically, i came up, homie said “these busters mad at you”
get behind the mic and fight me with those shallow words you speak
overtime i realized i don’t care if y’all don’t cl!ck with me

- 919slum

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