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letra de blasphemous13 - aylien blue

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aye
f-ck it i’m letting that sh-t bang
these little kids get trained
and fed up on slave trades
aye
bullets in brains
and many men get slain
defending the code of honour
while presidents get brain
crack in a skully
a baby in mother’s belly
we focusing on israeli
and letting bomb on they families
abusive lover
yeah he’s beating her
and leaving her

she tells him that she loves him and
doesn’t
know what the meaning is

and suicide
goes by
everyday i might try
i couldn’t cry
i’m numbing with this knife

f-ck it
take a life in a minute
you dare to stare in my eyes
i wanna k!ll him
but i would never admit it
uh
if he starts swinging
and misses i’m gonna hit him
and let him grab a beretta
make this battle ahead of us
fair
uh
shooting the residents there
like all you pessimists care
pressing the premise of all plastic in our air
uh
still in the depths of my lair
writing the verse of the year
grab on her purse and disperse murders that you

may have done
and these bullets extract the funds
if you wanted to go and run well my n-gga you’re f-cking late
aye
minute

20 seconds
i’ve already gone insane
and i’m not even spitting lyrics
i’m readings scripts of my brain
aye
f-ck it i could let it go bang up in a minute
but you’ll never see the image
i’m paining out on these children
been feeling such a feeling a pain
i can admit it
but ill never ever speak it
unless i’m feeling it seasick

put it to your weak wrists
i’m feeding off leeches
don’t crease these forces
they all black like that fiend list
i’m speechless
yeah my n-gga i’m speechless
yeah my n-gga i’m speechless
don’t even wanna see this
sh-t
that’s up on screen 6
id rather go and hit 3 bricks
before i eat p-ss
before i eat p-ss
uh
that’s a metaphor for death before dishonour
pain before
nine
one
one

grab a petty pistol i bang it into your skull

the chopper elevated how i’m shooting sh-t up
and i never ever lack unless i’m cooling with my love
uh
n-ggas talking rough
uh
rougher than my wrists
aye
prolly didn’t get it like this food inside my sh-t
uh
i could never trip
my n-gga i’m never mad
but this president been talking like we ain’t gon tax his ass

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