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letra de anxiety - doc gruesome & odprophet

[intro]
yes. i need to uh, report an anonymous tip. who do i talk–
okay. this is regarding what?
this is regarding a mass suicide and i can give you the address

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
living with this sh-t since my pops died (pops died)
dealing with the kids on my d-ck, flip flop slides
moving in the pit in the midst of a genocide
invite this soul inside my mind, panic attackin’ myself until i die
ayy b-tch, mе and odp we steady trippin’, yeah
takе another line out for the mirror, havin’ visions, yeah
we the death gods, we told you in the first rendition, ho
cold-hearted, i can’t see no f-ckin’ competition, yeah
i slit my f-ckin’ throat like i’m tony kiedis
slowly bleedin’ to the f-ckin’ beat while my brother preachin’, yeah
we some f-ckin’ demons, ouija board don’t even see us
cerberus, the h-llhounds breathin’ while your soul be leavin’ b-tch

[chorus: doc gruesome & odprophet]
i feel this doom consume my soul and i can barely breathe (barely breathe)
i feel this h-ll i’m living in my penitentiary (penitentiary)
and ain’t n0body understand me, ain’t no one around me (around me)
i live with constant anxiety, ain’t sh-t fun about me
i feel this doom consume my soul and i can barely breathe (barely breathe)
i feel this h-ll i’m living in my penitentiary (penitentiary)
and ain’t n0body understand me, ain’t no one around me (around me)
i live with constant anxiety, ain’t sh-t fun about me
[verse 2: odprophet]
i been dealin’ with this demon livin’ in my mental
only way to leave it is to bleed out on the instrumental
we the elder gods, this sh-t ain’t coincidental
pray to hades, waitin’ for the day he led us out our kennel
seven plagues, severed head, leave a peasant dead
off my meds, sun is black and the moon is red
worship godly mind, witnessin’ this valley who
get you badly robbed when we off that residue
burn a bush and eat an apple from the sacred garden
k!ll your god to make a clear example, b-tch, we came to harvest
pray to jesus, this sh-t is make believe, you’ll have to beg our pardon
pull this soul right out this lifeless carcass, toss it in the garbage

[outro: odprophet]
ain’t sh-t fun about me
eighteen men and twenty-one women had taken their own lives
it was disturbing because i’m, i’m yelling for people to see if they’re still alive and i’m also saying goodbye as i walk through

- doc gruesome odprophet

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