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letra de baptized in gasoline & crowned in regret - deadly grim

[intro: smokestation]
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let’s smoke this f-cking thing
[?]

[pre-chorus: yung dead dope fiend]
baptized in flames, i don’t flinch, i evolve (yuh)
got a blade in my hand and a brick from the wall (you know)
talk sh-t, get hit (get hit)
i don’t stall, i dissolve (dissolve)
all faith, all peace
put a priest in a crawl (yuh)

[bridge: yung dead dope fiend]
heart full of venom, i spit with a curse (yuh)
every line like a he-rs-, i been digging since birth (infant)
put my pain in a verse, now i’m breaking f-cking the earth (yuh)
pop pills, talk sh-t, let it spiral in reverse (yuh)

[chorus: yung dead dope fiend}
crown on my head made of rusted regret yuh)
whole d-mn life i was flirting with dеath (death)
middle fingers up whеn i take my last f-cking breath (my last one)
if i go to h-ll, let me be the dj of the set (whoa)

[verse 1: deadly grim]
voices in my dome like, “k!ll that f-cking noise” (yuh)
rage in my soul, deadly don’t feel no joy (nah)
high off hate, i don’t need no f-cking toys (none)
just a blade and a beat and a bad choice, boy (bad choices)
soul voided like a toy that the devil destroyed (it’s too late)
every scream, i enjoy (what?)
now i rot, overjoyed (yuh)
[pre-chorus: yung dead dope fiend]
cracked in the skull, i was born with a glitch (yuh)
whole world be fake, i just carve and stitch (what?)
blood on the blade when i write my pitch (whoa)
if i snap on the track, then it’s back in the ditch (yuh)

[bridge: yung dead dope fiend]
shadow of death got a grip on my neck (‘round my neck)
every breath i collect is a hidden regret (whoa)
i don’t flex, i dissect, what the f-ck y’all expect? (what y’all want?)
never pray, just decay
let the chaos infect (yeah)

[chorus: yung dead dope fiend]
digging my grave with a grin and a cough (yuh)
i been lost, i been tossed, i don’t care what it cost (what?)
let it rot, let it frost, i don’t flinch when i cross
every thought that i jot got a demon embossed (slay ‘em)

[verse 2: yung dead dope fiend]
sick with the pen like a plague in the booth (in the booth)
never spit lies, just venomous truth (no cap)
i don’t need praise, i don’t need no roof
i just want peace in a silence-proof tomb (what?)
hold up b-tch (hoe)
f-ck all the fame, i was raised in the black
where the hope runs dry, and the sky don’t crack (yuh)
where the voices talk back and the mirrors all laugh
now i’m here with a match and a mask and a f-cking path

- deadly grim

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