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letra de black matter (demo) - city morgue

[chorus: zillakami]
ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
gas when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (okay)
make that black metal cause an eclipse (wassup?)
hands fully black, lay your ass in the past (wassup?)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)

[verse 1: zillakami]
my face is always f-cked up (okay)
my t–th is always f-cked up (okay)
my knuckles always f-cked up (wassup?)
f-ck y’all, i’ll dump ya’ (wassup?)
turn you to puddles and blast away (huh?)
pull up, we rob with the mask away (yeah)
i just might take you to h-ll today (okay)
i just might take all your breath away (yeah, yeah)
turn into satan, they worship me (okay)
pray to the east, better turn to me (okay)
i just might take you to h-ll today (yeah)
i just might take all your breath away (what? yeah)
hit that, split that, huh (okay)
n-ggas punks, i’m caligula (wassup?)
chip that wig cap, huh (okay, okay)
n-ggas chumps, i’m not with ya, uh (uh-huh)
[chorus: zillakami]
ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
gas when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (okay)
make that black metal cause an eclipse (wassup?)
hands fully black, lay your ass in the past (wassup?)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)

[verse 2: sosmula]
(mula)
put a n-gga mouth on the curb (b-tch)
throwin’ dead bodies all out on the curb (sleez)
smokin’ on opps, got the ounce of the herbs (work)
got my weight up from the ounce of the birds (work)
all my ex-b-tches said, “i want to be friends still” (f-ck outta here)
see my wrist bust down, cold with the wind chill (splash)
straight up, i’ma shoot through your windshield (skrrt)
i’ma pull up, i’ma spin you like a windmill (blaow)
drop drop tops on the new chevrolet (skrrt)
sipping on wock, i don’t do perrier (no no)
f-cking a red thot, what i do every day (slide)
getting to the guap, what i do every day (mula)
i don’t need rap, i can move that yay (work)
coke swimmin’ in the pot like a blue stingray (work)
we can fist-fight, we could shoot that fade
my little n-ggas wanna shoot, broad day (mula)
[chorus: zillakami]
ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
gas when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (okay)
make that black metal cause an eclipse (wassup?)
hands fully black, lay your ass in the past (wassup?)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
gas when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (okay)
make that black metal cause an eclipse (wassup?)
hands fully black, lay your ass in the past (wassup?)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)

- city morgue

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