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letra de gehenna - dxgdxn

[gr13f]

yeah, i run it, devil’s fingernails put a hole on yo stomach
i hate feelin’ normal, drop a pill in my chronic
full of antihistamine, no listening to ya
see my eyes, they glisten; pull up and i nuke ya

jumpin’ off the roof, i can assure you i’m a dueler
b-tch i’m cooler finger inching on that ruler

yuh, yuh

what it do? always poppin out on you!
poppin out my head, yeah i lost a couple of my screws!

f-ck my life, imma go get me a better one x2
maybe if i was treated better then i’d be a better son
millimeter in ya mouth, sending you to babylon

steal toe, heavy sole, ricks were made for crushing skulls x4

[d3mxnz]

leave yo ass on the pavement, imma get to f-cking blazing
driving in my black car, yeah i’m f-cking speed racing
yeah i got the glock on my side, yeah i keep my pistol tucked
open ya mouth to talk sh-t, i’ll roll you up
yeah i get the bag x4
yeah i get the who?
get some body bags x4
but not for me doe

gettin’ the money, no stoppin’ now
shootin ars & the choppers now
i’m blasting my music real loud
mafia gang gonna take you down, yuh! x4

my blade to ya throat, i’m the g.o.a.t., k!ll ya then i go
watch you bleed out on the ground, slice you ’till you weigh a pound

[dxgdxn]

back, get back, got the army on the track
now it’s dxgdxn on attack, so you’ll never be the fad

aye!

i don’t wanna hear another sound from you ya f-cking’ b-tch
i’ve got the crown of phlegethon & pyrrhus on my f-ckin’ hip
i never thought that i’d be up & coming with these f-cking hits
i started out from nothing, grip that passion to escape the pit
now you thought i was lacking, i got bars to scorch your kindred men
so i might have to send you to the acheron and not the styx
steppin’ on you runts, i confront, you better listen b-tch
smokin’ on some blunts while i be trippin’ off some mescaline
demons come to feast upon the likes of what you’re dreaming in
i really can’t conceive why you’d be out here on your sh-t again

you always talkin’, keep walking, ’cause i’m your kingpin
runnin’ up, yo posse; they spotty, must be you’ve taken hits
loadin’ up his body to drop him & slit my wrists again
imma sell my soul to baphomet and end my life in sin

- dxgdxn

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