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letra de twisted visions - down6

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(hook)
laying in my bed, got twisted visions/
so i sat to meditate to get away, division
upon up every soul, the weight has risen
now im in control, the throne elysian

every naggin imp, gets sacrificed
and drowned in a pool from the blood of christ
motherf-cka’s get whipped, hung, chained and vice
im wrecking up a system, praise tonight

(verse 1)
f-ck your inner peace, useless energy
imma sinner b, miss the synergy
no f-cks
chilling underground and imma go nuts
never been afraid of what they shown us
man i do not wanna f-ckin grow up
i want the f-ckin power on this throne, what?
i tend to be the dominant, dont follow do the opposite
and go nuts

(verse 2)
fuel a victim’s rage, lock em in a cage
never f-ckin tame, b-tch i been a saint
im the one they praise, every f-ckin day
keep on talkin mane, you’ll get f-ckin hanged
load the f-ckin ammo, finna hit em cl!ck bang
quick range, i can f-ckin comprehend the 6th plane
run-up-and sacrifice all my opponents in a sick rage
switch blade, all up in there necks, never been sane

it’s-time-to-face-your-fate, no fakes will wake more
imma addicted to the race, i came to shake floors
no one f-ckin with the snake, replace my great score
im depicted with the greats, i break a saint’s core

converse with the imps, right inside of my head
we devise a f-ckin plan, setting up in my shed
got a chair and nightstand, wait til the night ends
where a motherf-cker k!ller on the loose, quite tense

eat up every single motherf-cker that i lured in
take a skull and f-ck it, while im chanting, “what a pretty sin”
knocking on my door, i give a quarter of a lunar grin
bled until they see the light and now your body’s in a ditch

(hook)
laying in my bed, got twisted visions/
so i sat to meditate to get away, division
upon up every soul, the weight has risen
now im in control, the throne elysian
every naggin imp, gets sacrificed
and drowned in a pool from the blood of christ
motherf-cka’s get whipped, hung, chained and vice
im wrecking up a system, praise tonight

(verse 2)
whips, chains
giving everybody f-cking blood stains
lit, flames
all around ya clique, fl!ck a bic mane

i dont give a sh-t about ya weak gang
drenching every corpse in the butane

- down6

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