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letra de hell - bmr - topic

(verse 1)
swing a blade i’m razor sharp
cut your scalp a brand new part
brand new js to keep from falling
money’s the devil but it’s talking
more than god or a f-cking father
my thought process paralyze daughters
throw many knives in your back like deer
let me see if you can get real far
kraven’s blood, animalistic
break ya’ll in pieces, like biff busick
youngin’s way too sick of the bullsh-t
pillman sh-t, with the cannon i lose it
who the f-ck is raising their fists
i guess ya’ll don’t wanna exist
pool of guts then i make an exit
paint the walls red with nature’s resin
black hole pit inside of my chest
possession of an innocеnt mind can’t rest
hollowing body with the skin of bark
struggling to find piecе since the very start
thoughts of genocide passes by
and now i can’t sleep in the blue moon’s eye
bury myself inside of myself
when i bring me out put me in my cell
don’t give me access to my essence
cause your chance at life starts to lessen
messin with the black shaolin
wu tang sh-t, 36 to your abdomen
the chambers deep in my mental den couldn’t keep me locked cause i lost my zen
and when i think about viscera you better pick up your gun lil bruh
cause everything i see will turn into misery
million bodies i dump em all in the sea
water is red and the fish make it brown
and now you got an infinite supply of bad hennesy
put the weather in fall ‘cept everything’s fallen
bringing ash in place of the pollen
sky is black when the sun is white
i only pick up when the money’s calling
(verse 2)
take my time like silver fang
don’t give a f-ck about your gang
ya’ll could buy the diamond chains
but all of ya’ll would still look the same
lame ass personality you mask it with a brand new humvee
hungry for attention but they gave you none, ain’t it funny
surprise attack like oddy nuff was back i’ll send them f-ckers packing
bring the doom if mf want some problems i could probably hack it
see a nerd you blink and saw the devil, take you to your angel
every angle that you see me at would hit you like your mama’s sandal
b-tches shake their heads when they ask to f-cking work with me
f-ckboys would’ve threw me out if they ain’t had no family
everybody drinking, everybody smoking, i’m still outspoken
broken from the potent thoughts of suicide that has me choking
what the f-ck is light, what the f-ck is h-ll
i can’t even tell, if ya’ll are even well or just like them you failed
like good god can you level up, can you even give a f-ck
i’ve had enough of people waking up for art to f-ck it up
silver the board and i surf to the bank
people say this and they think their the tank
i brag about how i make b-tches run
still pull them in like a black hole sun
they call me old school they put me on record if you play me backwards you summon the plague
plot in the shadows like ninjas in meadows and soon enough you’ll see the tip of my blade

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