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letra de rebirth - death tour

[chorus: millions000dead]
my old self gone and dead to me
all these lies been fed to me (ooh)
don’t believe sh-t they said to me (ooh)
you better be dead like kennedies (ooh)
[?] my enemies (brrt)
i’m off the pack, not ketamine, huh
i need the racks, just send to me (brrt)
i need that [?] (huh, yeah)

[verse 1: millions000dead & demi yoko]
[?]
clips on, clips off [?] pistol
[?] rebirth, [?] symbol
screaming f-ck you out my window
i should pull out my [?]
i make sure to check my ego
if you feel freedom, i fear your evil
[?] evil, shoot that ego
when i put my d-ck in, feel [?]
feel too good, should be legal
gotta be punished, yeah [?]
[?] diva
as soon as i die, i became a believer
i knew you before then i had amnesia
f-ck everybody, b-tch, i’m an amoeba
kamikaze in a land of n-z-s
scream at the door, now you hear ’em knocking
[?] at the block [?]
blood on the floor, get your b-tch to mopping
[?] profit
watch the news just to get the gossip
every [?] talks like [?]
door to the cage, don’t forget to lock it

[verse 2: bob vylan]
run up, yeah, vylan’s run up
last one to try got himself done up
them mandem try to [?] in the evening
i stay bad from the sundown-sun up
i can’t let a likkle p-ssy [?] to me
bag dropped a location, man turn up
this whole game is full of false idols
and i won’t rest until i punch one up
i punch two up, punch the whole crew up
it’s not hype ’til you saw man grew up
a young screw-up, vegan chew-up
but i still beef like [?] stew-up
still cooking
any funny business, man left [?]
moving on tour, you cannot [?]
screwdriver tapped in brooklyn, [?] elsewhere
fam, that’s normal
[?] could’ve been awful
couple man went moving cordial
and i got a family at yard to report to
so i gotta make it known, you and me
you can trust i’ma make it home
can’t try to hold me, rebirth, ’cause i’m a new man
but sometimes i gotta be the old me, you know me?
[chorus: millions000dead]
my old self gone and dead to me
all these lies been fed to me (ooh)
don’t believe sh-t they said to me (ooh)
you better be dead like kennedies (ooh)
[?] my enemies (brrt)
i’m off the pack, not ketamine, huh
i need the racks, just send to me (brrt)
i need that [?] (huh, yeah)

- death tour

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