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letra de conscience - city morgue

[intro: zillakami]
urgh
pain

[verse 1: zillakami]
magnets and pacemakers, knives and guts (okay)
lookin’ at my life like i don’t give no f-cks (what’s up?)
now your granny on crutches (haha)
[?] so we can level discussions (haha)
are we that same lеvel? fist-fight with the red dеvil (okay)
off with his h-rns, crankin’ up the black metal (huh?)
the pot is bubblin’, blowin’ out the tea kettle (what?)
we carry [?] beef, wait until it get settled (okay)

[chorus: zillakami]
h-llo, say hi
go a one-for-one, eye for an eye (h-llo, h-llo)
h-llo, say hi
go a one-for-one, eye for an eye (h-llo, h-llo)
pain, pain, i need to clear my conscience
pain, pain, i need to clear my conscience
pain, pain, i need to clear my conscience
pain, pain, i need to clear my—
[verse 2: zillakami & sosmula]
but i’m back where i started, my face itch (what?)
i scratch on my skin ’til i break it (okay)
my head hurts ’cause it’s full of hatred (huh?)
meta guns sink the f-ckin’ battleships (haha, sleezy)

[verse 3: sosmula]
i ain’t got a clear head (no-no), you’s a f-ckin’ airhead (f-ck outta here)
now we choppin’ heads off just like they deer heads (boom boom)
f-ck america, we don’t fear feds (f-ck outta here)
right face, dead pres’ (mula)
kick your f-ckin’ door in with my dreadheads (gimme that)
spray the room up, it’s gon’ be a red bed (doo-doo-doo-doo)
leave them n-ggas dead-dead (boom), if they call the cops up
it’s gon’ be a dead dead, countin’ up that bread-bread (sleezy)

- city morgue

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