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letra de deadpan - muze sikk

i throw it away like a last chance
b-tter up the pan with the whole gist
get ya goose cooked clean to the gristle
before it all fades taste the tip of the pistol

this is not what will haunt you to the end
turn a shallow life over
rotisserie chicken
the grave made of bone
appetite
eat ya just desserts
thought you could slither and slather the matter with chatter but no

you f-cked up in a big way
the dawn is set to rain
over your lonеly grave
got nothing left to say
you’ll only laugh in pain
the dеad life will pan all the way out

dead f-cker

just so you know you better not ask
f-cking insane when my pen sprays
a hollow sh-ll and my breaths like winters cold blast
that’s a f-cking cold grasp
the irony of loose b-tton trash talk
the next time you suck i’ll make sure you spat “crawl”
destitute lifeless tapeworm
nothing more than paint smeared onto fake fur
dead mf
you a dead mf
imma die broke without the bread mf
imma give it up and die slow mf
sardonic and sarcastic
undone mf
p-ssy to the bone in a big way
sucking all the life outta dead man’s grave
imma roll around in a he-rs- made of verses
of curse; it’s immersive
concurrent and current and burned at the steak
sizzled to the marrow
imma moron with a miracle in a baron territory
feeling really really icey
iv league; spiked dreams
vain sense of pride
turn a liar into ice cream
beat it to the push
heavy slack on the life thing
this is not a test
this syringe is driving
without a f-cking license
flooding blood with “bite me”

- muze sikk

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