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letra de superstition - doc gruesome

[intro: doc gruesome & odprophet]
this life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare
shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night’s air
the moonlight blood red, it’s a sickly image
f-ck forgiveness, i do not fear your superstition

[verse 1: odprophet]
chemical imbalances, i’m standing on a balance beam
life is full of challenges but nothing really challenge me
scratch that, i act like nothing really bother me
lee van cleef pillow to my head when i fall asleep (f-cking bang)
my demons follow me, they crawl to me, i’m hollowed out
entrails upon the floor and when they speak it’s from my mouth
i’m a sarcophagus of rotting flesh, a mausolеum
these creaturеs walk with me, they stalkin’ me, b-tch, can’t you see them?
i’m just looking for a little bit of bliss
pistol in my pocket and my heart is an abyss
bottom of the bottle and i’m hardly making sense
like a cut across my wrist ’cause i’m really talking sh-t but f-ck that
i just put ’em on my list like a death note if somebody run up in they crib
and just let go, give a f-ck ’bout who to hit
and just get ghost better get low

[chorus: doc gruesome & odprophet]
this life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare
shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night’s air
the moonlight blood red, it’s a sickly image
f-ck forgiveness, i do not fear your superstition
this life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare
shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night’s air
the moonlight blood red, it’s a sickly image
f-ck forgiveness, i do not fear your superstition
[verse 2: doc gruesome]
am i dead? are there h-rns on my head?
am i wanted by the feds? am i sick off the meds?
and why am i breathing and why am i free?
why haven’t i been struck down and burned underneath?
all of the believers and all of the worthy keep
following me ’cause it evil that you see inside of me
there’s nothing more than p-ssy that you talk like a preacher
talk that i’ma burn ’cause i’m a nonbeliever
in a lake of fire that is lit up by ether
and you good with it ’cause you told i’m a deceiver
but little sheep you were the one deceived
by a crooked f-ckin’ pastor with a sick disease
like to f-ck on kids that ain’t even teased
but in the name of god you look down on me
little b-tch how the f-ck could this be?
that’s the one time i wouldn’t turn the other cheek
i would hold the motherf-cker down on the ground
and put a hollow tip bullet in between his t–th (yeah)
and that’s getting off easy, all of that sh-t made me queasy
so in the end when you b-tchin’ just remember you gave into superstition

- doc gruesome

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