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letra de trench gods - nastii

[verse 1: lefthandluck]
she see the blood on the nation
pull it with no hesitation
feed off the drugs in the bas-m-nt
frozen and numb as i’m pacing
don’t f-ck with your god said i’m pagan
mask on my face like i’m jason
stacking that fate while you waking
make no mistake you’re forsaken

[hook: the ran$om elite]
f-ck em all
till i fall
like nate dogg imma set it off
till i collapse imma give it all
gotta bad b-tch with yo’ girl on call
ball out when i’m hype
f-ckin sleep when i die
keep that thang on my side
f-ck it up until i die

[verse 2: lefthandluck]
murder the barrier twice a day
further the areas, price to pay
your god ain’t been answering, like to pray
head in the dirt, get your sight to fade
hand on my throat when i strike
guts in my coat hit the night
bumpin that lynch in the white
gun on my d-ck with the sight
she keep on telling me “don’t catch a felony”
i pull it faster, you p-ssies got h-ll to see
mind of a b-st-rd, you thought you were telling me
murdered the masters, they thought they were sellin me
further the faction, it’s f-ck your philosophy
inflicting my actions since i was a prodigy
pull up and flex when i’m out on the odyssey
feet on their necks and it’s f-ck your apology

[hook: the ran$om elite]
f-ck em all
till i fall
like nate dogg imma set it off
till i collapse imma give it all
gotta bad b-tch with yo girl on call
ball out when i’m hype
f-ckin sleep when i die
keep that thang on my side
f-ck it up until i die

[bridge: the ran$om elite]
f-ck it up f-ck it up
couldn’t give one single f-ck
wanted my money i wanted your trust
shigaraki couldn’t touch i’ll turn you to dust

[verse 3: na$tii]
suicide, in my mind
but i’m gonna catch a body ‘fore a bullet hit mine
if i’m gonna catch a case, may as well catch 9
b-tch i’m gonna burn the place down, let us all die
i don’t see an end, i just see an m
put the poison in my veins, let it all sink in
i don’t wanna feel a thing, i just wanna rot in piece
b-tch you coming for the king? leave you headless on your knees
told y’all to bow, still on yo’ feet?
dump a whole clip, you obsolete
insomniac, with a semtex, where the party at
do another line and watch it stop my f-cking cardiac
run into your trap, tripping heavy causing heart attacks
reaching for ya strap blade will cut you like the zodiac
vision going blurry, leave ya body in a cul-de-sac
wash my f-cking hands and get the f-ck back in the cadillac

[verse 4: 83hades]
1 b-tch, 2 poles in the beamer
dark heart, get dropped when i see ya’
hit the block, robin jeans what i need now
9 shots in his body make [?]
demons in me and i might make ’em f-cking lose
i got voices in my head, tell’ me what to do
big automatic and it’s all into you
imma light ’em up, i might k!ll ’em dead
and i always got the devil, i don’t need you, bruh
i don’t give a f-ck, shawty shut ’em up

[hook: the ran$om elite]
f-ck ’em all
till i fall
like nate dogg i’ma set it off
till i collapse i’ma give it all
gotta bad b-tch with yo girl on call-

[interlude of beat]

[hook: the ran$om elite]
(f-ck em all, till i fall)
(f-ck em all, till i fall)
(f-ck em all, till i fall)
(f-ck em all, till i fall)
(like nate dogg imma set it off)
(like nate dogg imma set it off)
(like nate dogg imma set it off)
(set it off)
(set it off)

[verse 5: jae alaska]
stomp out the front, i’m the one, i’m the chosen
my n-gga, come try me i bleed for the lonely
alone by myself
had a blade tucked
a n-gga was quiet, i ain’t give a f-ck
fast forward to now and i care a lot less
‘cos the backwoods, what i need to function
f-ck with the seven, that’s word to my n-ggas
this jinjuraki gon’ start m-ss destruction

[verse 6: na$tii]
b-tch i’m gonna f-cking split his wig
i’ll leave him leaking in his own house
kick the f-cking do’
get to dumping, where’s yo pole now?
breaking up the rocks
steady dripping in my throat
how hard you gonna fight?
i got the barrel to ya dome, blow
go home and wash the blood outta my finger nails
drink until i’m f-cking puking and my skin is pale
cut an inch out my wrist ‘nd get to praying
b-tch i can even f-cking say it
b-tch i’m waiting for this sh-t to fail
won’t lie, i shoulda’ stayed in gutter
i wish i didn’t wanna die or wanna suffer
every time i know my voice is getting rougher
wish i didn’t give a f-ck about the numbers
watch his head snap back like rubber
caught him slipping when i hit him with the upper
watch my skin snap back like rubber
i ain’t ever been sh-t, dirty cutter

[outro: the ran$om elite]
f-ck em all, till i fall
f-ck em all, till i fall
f-ck em all, till i fall
f-ck em all, till i fall
f-ck em all, till i fall
f-ck em all, till i fall

- nastii

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