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letra de bad prayer - beast 1333

[verse 1]
i spoke a bad prayer sitting in the throne of my ice lair
i used to run this whole sh-t, i used to feel nice here
now my time is running out, the people want new blood
they want to do me how they do dirt and how they do mud
i hung on, a relic stronger than a frozen barnacle
riding on a penny farthing staring through a monocle
my powers astronomical, i slapped the face of pharisees
an endless well of energy within me spikes my batteries
i took a bubble vessel to a different level special
i could feel love and euphoria enveloping my tissue
when i’m gone, n0body miss you, when i’m here its all for granted
they take p-sses on the trees that come from seeds that i have planted
all the negative was chanted, all the positive polluted
highly intricate and masterful when words are convoluted
wake up grab the mic and mute it, i don’t want to share my passion
i had visions of an empty world, survivors eating rations
greedy evil seeks to cashin, sell reserves to all our enemies
while prices spiking at the pump from hunter biden felonies
they want to take our guns away and claim an insurrection
let’s just take guns away from those providing their protection
it’s a planetwide infection, matter fact a new religion
where the puppetmasters carefully orchestrating decisions
then people spewing the copy points given to them by media
when all the lies they telling are low as hypoglycemia
[verse 2]
i spoke a good prayer noticing its turning kinda hood here
the bloats from gases in your body like the blimp of good-year
you’ll shrimp up, neighbors calls the cops because it stinked up
with mad d-mn flies in the hall every-time we link up
it’s a well known fact we the people ourselves the monsters
and the tanks should go war with the logos of all they sponsors
just like nascar, we the gods precisely like its asgard
no vanguard award for them n-ggas like me we backyard
brawlers and bruisers no boosers or stinkin tweakers
you get blessed ever-time my voice is coming from the speakers
lop a tomahawk, crack a bottle on your head no time to talk
then shoot an arrow through an apple from your mouth its time to walk
then take 30 paces, quick turning to see they faces
then your memory is failing all traces of me erases
changing places, anda el carajo like this is spanish
all i have to do is take the social media down to vanish, n-gga

- beast 1333

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