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letra de cold psycho - marcos dostoevsky

snap to tie all hits my p-ss high as a tall tip
nap but i call it a slack cause my back’s the whole bet
fast in effect like a morphine i stab what you poke dig
jab but drone as a rig flat in chest as it falls to breast
rap but my roof left was a cap but the brood checked
cracked in two bits a blast got me mute it’s a stiff
i had to think then i think back but the boom is dinned
on my lab it’s wuss who’s wet it’s a music you can’t wink
at but the sugar’s too dis a half wit so i booze to drink
hoos as hiss i approve to let her but the lose was too big
a cube of dice i’m k!lled i roll in mire her rules is the prize
it’s a due to be tide a drew when i trussed but insure of mine
see the soar but blue in sight i’ve been stooled i loos of mind
truth is blind i look at the x it’s is too complex to cure my gripe
or knew my sick rets cause the lush is full of doos it’s diked
i’m filled up when i felt my fell is in the trail it comes
wreck up but i have to wake up inflames i need to stir up
am i still up ? i’m builded but my sins made me skint bust
fished to the rend then i wrench like muscle in miff drunk
but sometimes i think what if i get shot ? does it led top ?
my explain ? i think you mean to leave to rest of pain
but when i risk i gain cause it’s a live ordeal to test the make
less than day all you give or pay fleet to be a sniff to vane
i feel like i’ve been in a web i’m jailed but the flee is set to lade
slept in nails till i get nicked then lifted to be picked up to snares
with deep hit on base my miens are shifted to reach a change
cavein’ in no breaks it’s like i’m kickin’ in the pits sliped in a case
missed off the aims when every bless is just a tick to place
stumped i’m sick of the cut that’s locked but the dip is a box
ducked skirt in the ring of rung a burred my quills are felled of hot
rut a burn in the h-ll of sun i’ve been inhume since the in come
my pen’s thug sneeze the weed i mean we will be done
pee none a cede to feast the beast in internal pelt of blood
a teem of drops fit out in togs effete with a skits to be hopped
press on the bed when i sleep i seem like a k!lled fox
get it on a flub again i get it on the secs i got my clip f-cked
nip it off a jog i snip it then trot but it on my head i shot
f-ck why am i still hot ? my dwelling is a clink shut
two pills i pop it’s too much cause i’m still on the ball a mill yawp
peel the skin in pub cause the theme is too chillin’ i’m shocked

- marcos dostoevsky

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