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letra de seth - francis

[first verse]

seth,
gave me a bunt knife and told me to cut my wrist to a slow song
meth
is what that n-ggers on and when he pops a f-cken stone he goes into his own zone
knife
is what ill use to decapitate you, while i m-st-rbate over how much i f-cken hate you
satan
n-ggers my f-cken idol, dialed 666, and he told me to think suicidal
haha
welcome to my life
my moms told me to get some friends so i went to the shop and stole a f-cken knife
then i began to roam the streets at night
exterminating sl-ts and bad wives
n-ggers in the streets be intimidated by a black man in a black van hoping you don’t get my attention
this was a f-cken planned hit k!lling you was my whole intention!

[hook]
so as i proceed to be f-cked up
cut my throat drain all my blood into a small cup
overflow, i wreck your flow, you ain’t never seen me befo
like a secret service n-gga
gun to the head i pull the trigger

such is life said my n-gga ned
to bad he got shot down by the ancient feds
outlaw, f-ck the law, proceed my journey to h-ll
blood splats worst than ya guts after taco bell
b-tch

[second verse]

i spit this sh-t as a taco mob representative
and if you ain’t with it then through your chest will be my f-cken shiv
illegal trash
taco mob
francis md
cigarette ash
big black c-ck
is all you will ever see…..
(wait i think i’m forgetting something)

woops
i left the bomo and the cat as well
met up with the homie seth now we on our way to jail
rang up my moms and told her i was locked up in this cell
the last thing i heard her say was “n-gga you going straight to h-ll”
offence?
no none was taken
emotion?
no tears was flowing
that smile?
n-gga i was faking
all i could think of was my d-ck your b-tch likes blowin
f-ck i am so depressed
n-ggers know my name but not the rest
my story goes on and on
like a never ending song
moms kept taking me to see a therapist
then i introduced him to my fist!

such is life said my n-gga ned
to bad he got shot down by the ancient feds
outlaw, f-ck the law, proceed my journey to h-ll
blood splats worst than ya guts after taco bell
b-tch

[third verse]

got that rope in my hand, put that sh-t around my neck
n-gga i don’t give a f-ck about that b-tch word death
n-ggers claim they have seen me but i ain’t even alive
with all the sh-t that’s going on its kinda hard to survive
i went from having a normal life
to wanting to jump off every bridge i f-cken see
n-gga i ain’t scared to use this knife
f-ck death that don’t mean sh-t to me
now i find myself in my room with that rope around my neck
tryna make that decision between life and death
my n-gga seth we been mobbin since like the f-cken 10th grade
the n-gga seth was a rope
my decision has been made

oh f-ck……

- francis

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