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letra de ritual - g shep

[verse 1]
you know i dissed a b-tch named daisy, said she was worshipping makan but my mind was hazy. i couldn’t remember it, but i knew that someday i would save that sh-t so thank you b-tch imma use this tool to make some blood pools, for a ritual. i didn’t understand you, but now we cool, this is what you made me do fool. i hope you’re proud bout what you did, when i get the power from makan imma k!ll em dead. make em wish he gave it to someone who wasn’t f-cked up in head. at least that’s what he thinks but what he’ll find instead is a bl–dy noose with daisy hanging from it, dead not loose. he’ll wonder what happened to this b-tch that was cool
you made me start a ritual

[verse 2]
i’m honestly joyous that she threatened me because look at what i got from that beef you see. she didn’t understand me, but now i’m walkin around sayin k!ll sh-t, f-ck sleep! this ritual is a treat, just need some blood from some motherfuuuuuu..
ckers, they need to see the bigga picture these b-tches walkin round like they can shoot up with ya. it’s honestly impressive how they think they cool when they don’t know how someone made a ritual

[verse 3]
i know that some may say hey, you can’t start a ritual that’s not okay, but h-ll nah no way am i throwing this away i wanna be a d-mn god all night and day. as i said, again and again you’ve got to consider someone as a head on a spike with a mic sayin it’s alright to send me to h-ll if the rituals right

[verse 4]
i say 1 2 3 and to the 4, 5 6 throw some bricks at some d-cks tryna look sl!ck. it may come in useful if could catch me seein it
start a riot? maybe try it? you might die in it? but who gives a sh-t. you were tryin so i respect that sh-t you were sl!ck which mean you ain’t no snitch

[chorus]
you made me start a ritual, a ritual
made me start a ritual, a ritual. you made me start a ritual, a ritual, made me start a ritual. you b-tch

[outro]
i know i ain’t a godd-mn snitch but i’m sensing something in the air ye bish. i drove my car to my secret where my homies was smokin pot in the parking lot. i went to show a bucket of dope and after that a bucket of blood full of magic givin power. as long as you give it to makan you coward

- g shep

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