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letra de bladeshred - m1dn1ght 4ng3l

{verse 1 yvngbxpe}
r.i.p to the brain of a foe
blood leakin’ out on the floor
think i just murdered a hoe
back to the pack, i never pick up a phone
got a saw and i’ma cut your bone
til’ any other motherf-cker can’t take you home
better watch your tone
i don’t wanna have to hide no blades in the soap
what good’s a demon to a pope?
hades gonna find a better way to cope
got a whip to a back dip this sh-t til’ a motherf-cker smokin’ dope
kicked out the hotel for showin’ h-ll
i’ma make sure the angels don’t float
head back to the ship, shootin’ cannonb-lls til’ we sink your godd-mn boat
breath cold air, ice packed on my wrist
think i need a godd-mn coat
you ain’t got no motherf-cking pistol b-tch you can’t even tote
p-ss out on xans molly back me up, b-tch i’m motherf-cking woke
hand around her neck her face turning blue shawty love it when she choke
blades cuttin’ through ribs like a chainsaw
bounce back like a seesaw
bodies finna free fall
ain’t making no calls
til’ the plague walls build up in your innards
b-tches sweet like a pop-tart
stab em’ with the dart
when it go through the heart
you cannot manage
i am savage
bodies we will ravage
hidden ident-ties like a catfish, spread sh-t like the b-tch can’t swim

{instrumental bridge}

{verse 2 m1dn1ght_4ng3l }
hades gonna find a better way to cope?
he better help me f-cking cope
if he ain’t help then i think i’ma need a pope
to exercise all my demons
cuz i done caught em’ all like some pokemons
i’m starting to think that i ain’t even got a soul no more
and i’m going to h-ll b-tch ain’t no doubt about that no more
i’m feelin’ numb yeah b-tch i ain’t even got emotions no more
if you f-ck wit’ me i’ma break your arm in so many godd-mn places you can’t even tote no more
i f-cking hate your guts b-tch
step up to me and i’ma rip out your guts b-tch
i already got enough problems without you dumb b-tch
i can’t deal with all these mixed up thoughts in my mind
i got too many voices up in my head and they’re all tellin’ me i should be dead
i wanna be f-cking dead
and i know everyone else wants me f-cking dead
i just wish i had a gun to put a bullet through my head
i want the bullet to slice through that sh-t and put me out my f-ckin’ misery

- m1dn1ght 4ng3l

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