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letra de broken halo - frayser click

(intro: dj sound)
yeahhh dj sound up in this mothaf-cka with the new album
broken halo, for the 9-6
representin’ frayser nigaaaaaaa

(hook)
f-ck, f-ck with a k!ller outta frayser n-gga
b-tch ain’t no love hoes, hatred

(verse 1: bl–dy bones)
demons taking over me to commit evil homicides
my thought is a murder, can be a victim of a drive-by
process with evil thoughts because you planning your murders
stalking with k!llas cause you never heard of
hate is my state, i feel the urge for a murder
teflon to your chest, through that vest
will proper serve ya
triple glock, midnight
dressed in black, in the tradition
bl–dy bones with the loaded up fo’-fo’ (44)
broken halo

(verse 2: scandless k)
a broken halo float on top of my head
so i come here to blast these busta b-tch —————————
better grab that motherf-ckin mask———————————————–
when you drop that dough off your -ss, you’re gonna be a memory in the past
especially when we creep the glock at night
i grab yo -ss with the ak, cut your neck with the blade
cause the n-gga from ——- don’t fight
a murderous who’s coming late in the f-cking night
better f-ck with the scandless k, better come like f-cking glock tight

(hook)

(verse 3: n-gga creep)
first of all i’m n-gga creep, i’ma let you know there right and front
better think twice before you jump because i’m on the hunt
angel ain’t up on my shoulder, ——- christ in 87
halo’s broken but i’m hopin that i’ll seek my way to heaven
(12 steps from h-ll) all will reverse, split your change
and when you make me cl!ck, the grinch will come and then you’ll see my devil
there’s no holy ghost in me, the demon’s runnin through my vein
do you think ——— the devil is me ——
collect flowers, watch you snow, puff that sh-t and puff that dope
i don’t need that sh-t you see i’d rather hang up by a rope
b-tches better recognize, that i am the n-gga creep
i take your b-tch and take your cash and knock you the six feet deep

(hook)

(verse 4: lil yo)
devastated, bustaz hating, with the ski mask on my face
— to take these bustaz fate, i’m out to catch a murder case
make my way to chief on hay, i’m hearing every music play
seeing halo but they broken mayne i hear the devil say
(all the devil’s watching you, ————— to do
time to pull a busta cap, ———————)
— a cop, k!lla demons inside of the yalk
looking up to a creep then me got to blast ——– at these b-tches for the broken halo

(verse 5: gb)
ride, puffing, pimping, smoking chicken in the ———-
all about my hoes so you b-tches know the f-cking score
n-ggas throwin mafia town like they on some k!ller sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck cause i’m strapped with the glock b-tch
getting buck wild cause a n-gga don’t really care
all my nigz from the cl!ck throw them deuces in the air

(hook)

(verse 6: mc money)
lucifer control over my self and please the holy ghost
——————- the evil broken halo
the hands of the devil had begun to show no mercy
the demons taking over and the pain i feel rehearsing
the light kind of glizzing, thats the devil —– at ease
his eyes full of fire as i slowly hit my knees
mc money as no fate, told the devil it’s the —-
the hatred of the devil ———- cold as h-ll

(verse 7: gangsta gold)
the kiss of death did touch me, i’m hard as a brick —
in my eyes the fire of a convict, that’s vivid
the —– on my tongue as begun to speak
and the devil got my soul that’s no way that i can escape
—– what this anti-christ that makes me a ——
the l-st ——— for beeing a christian
the blood of a demon, corruption to take all your fear is my strength that provides this broken halo

(verse 8: tha weasel)
you miss the ritual of crucifixion and weasel is going to take the holy ———
no pity for any that talking that sh-t unless you —– to following me
the terror’s here he ——— for being very dumb
the frayser cl!ck is here to take no prisoners, all about the redrum
some people ask can tha weasel lead a true salvation
i say to all my followers surround the world be patient
the time as come for weasel’s reaper —- can use no cowards
the soul’s not real and the blood is bit of sour

(verse 9: mad maine)
the darkside i creep
you must be alert to catch me —-
these —- that i scorn and my mind is ———
i plan your murder out, demons start to fill the room
c-ckin my nina back, n-ggas gon be scared of the black player ——- the boom
i presume, you knew that mad maine f-cking with that thang
————————————— on the shame
———– mission lately from the ——– hoes i split
——————– now just open up a b-tch

- frayser click

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