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letra de smoked out - crucified

(verse 1)
baggin’ ’em over then hit ’em wit’ venom, better put a (?) ,get easy to k!ll em,easy to give em pirate,couple of drugs couple of pills, now how do you smoke proper for hours,heard served,get em naked people,how to push me and kiss me,check automatic p-ssy p-ssion,chopper crack p-ssy person,beating em over the header,see im coming with lyrical k!ller,diminish and finish,cause they wanna higher than a contour and then i will be realer,then my heart will be breaking realer,get a sinner to get up and get up,open bottle take it to deliver,when i will busting em up to the back of the ring,and busting em up to the parrilas
put them all up in a coma,no coming out, better wake up you are dinner
f-ck all the fussing,i’m coming up busting them over the head with a pillar
and the moment we are going insane like a dungeon and then like smoothies we hit em to their and get em m-th-f-cka buffeling
and smoke on em like we have smash em and after you buffled
now i’m ready to k!ll em,fill em all up with the lyrical venom, it would be easy keeping em off of me and i’m murdering everything like a normal kid
i hit them,k!ll them,f-cking up other rappers with a toll and putting them back on the plenuim and then m-th-f-cka we k!ll em and hit em with all power and funny on em like a demon
1:40-2:17
no thoughts, i just speaking it fast,and i wicked it blast at three enemy flows, i deep it in your past
and you heard of a monster that coming do a flow sh-t
and a murderous song then we hear a call and make em all wrong m-th-f-cka we make em beat em all like stabbing
im breaking the neck of the p-ssy that wanted to push me,rising against me
murdering em all like murderous hit em like a feeling something a real parilla
now it’s time to make em like u gonna do em murder em and find em like a m-th-f-cka put em all up with a final checker
no one can find me because it’s hard and i’m on the another settle ya
and no one can serve me because i’m on another checker ya and buffle em
smoking till the devil shows,and he shows up in my asylum
and no one m-th-f-cka can keep up with all that monsters
im in the pulse in your cranium,beating insane
yeah i will be there in the world of the pain
as soon as i chop,and i come non stop,but i don’t got a brain
i’m the blood you are the k!ller,who smoked the jane
the form thick enough,forming your brain
it’s all coming to flesh when i gonna like a monster flesh em like monster
its just busting and busting like a demon and have a wicked posse and after another buffling and busting i k!ll you and check lyrical leading you’re manic i’m making you panic and your flipping in stomach will run up bubble up and
comin’ up back in the danger

- crucified

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