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letra de this is death - claas

[intro]
this is godsynth!

[verse 1: claas]
yeah! i don’t think that they are hearing me son (nah!)
ain’t fearing me none but i bet they will when their spirit is gone
i’m spearing these bums like roman reigns but
maybe i’m right about to put these p-ssies in check like they’re seeing a gyno
see i’m a dino, a f-cking beast that’s a carnivore
aim to eat these n-ggas then spit ’em out for the coroner
give ’em all the highlights of violence like it’s a sportscast
your ass is ’bout to get bеat so go report that
retort back, i’m sticking needles insidе your oculus
’bout to transform ’cause i’m at my prime and that’s optimus
populace ought to go get binoculars now
so you can see me f-ckin’ clearly as i’m knockin’ you out
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no battle, see, this is followed by death
just one of us left, highlander, b-tch of course i’m the best
i’m forcin’ their necks to walk the f-ckin’ plank if they test me
or maybe leave a f-ckin’ giant hole where they chest be (let’s go!)
[chorus: claas]
yes! this is death so who’s f-ckin’ next?
put your money on the table, place your f-ckin’ bets
say your prayers, better hope that you are f-ckin’ blessed
’cause i’m about to leave your body in a f-ckin’ mess
yes! this is death so who’s f-ckin’ next?
put your money on the table, place your f-ckin’ bets
say your prayers, better hope that you are f-ckin’ blessed
’cause i’m about to leave your body in a f-ckin’ mess

[verse 2: insane poetry]
this is death, grim reaper with the sickle, skull and bones
ceo of the ninth gate, i came to cut your bones
this butcher knife soliloquy’s literally stabbing the sh-t out you
violently, then i silently drag you home
in the darkness i’m shrouded in
surrounded in the drownin’ men and women that were found
and when they found them floatin’ eyes were open
i provoked them to k!ll each other with just a whisper
photographed the whole thing but let me adjust the picture for you
my dna is everywhere at the crime scene
on the knife, on the bodies, on the bed’s where you’ll find me
fingerpaintin’ the blood on the wall in undecoded script
they say he brought h-ll with him, the portal, i have opened it (opened it)
the opposite of life, i have spoken it (spoken it)
the opposite of life, i have chosen it (chosen it)
on h-ll’s highway where it intersects
the place where a crow sit and pick your flesh, this is death
[chorus: claas]
yes! this is death so who’s f-ckin’ next?
put your money on the table, place your f-ckin’ bets
say your prayers, better hope that you are f-ckin’ blessed
’cause i’m about to leave your body in a f-ckin’ mess
yes! this is death so who’s f-ckin’ next?
put your money on the table, place your f-ckin’ bets
say your prayers, better hope that you are f-ckin’ blessed
’cause i’m about to leave your body in a f-ckin’ mess

- claas

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