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letra de satan 2.0 - officialts

[intro]
what you lot thought it was over?
this is satan 2.0
yeah
already know
this is satan 2.0
get ready [?]

[chorus: ts]
when i rise that shank in your chest
i promise you imma lose control
watch your eyes roll back and your coughing out blood
and his guts go squish [?]
have a taste of death, come watch this show
don’t try run can’t escape the ghost
cry for help when we take that soul
strangle him till we turn him crow (ahhh)
when i rise that shank in your chest
i promise you imma lose control
watch your eyes roll back and your coughing out blood
and his guts go squish [?]
have a taste of death, come watch this show
don’t try run can’t escape the ghost
cry for help when we takе that soul
strangle him till we turn him crow (ahhh)
[verse 1: ts]
dont be stupid, always ruthlеss
carve out his chest leave more then bruises
push that chrome in his heart like cupid
pray to the jinn, are you f-cking deluded
mental, i’m f-cking tapped
you would lose your sh-t from the thoughts i had
turn a big man on when i back this shank
adrenaline rush would make him spaz
when i talk about coffins and graves just know that your time will come
if you dont get smoked in the dunya
little man in the grave you’re gonna get bun (grrr)
your aunt, your cat, your dog, your son, they could all get k!lled for the things you done
i had a dream like luther king that heads got smashed and spilt like
rum
and i don’t play games when it comes to this life, i’m tryna prepare for the day i die
get beat like dum or smoked like spice
satan got a speech for all of these guys
big man you best panic let me not lie
your own guys watch you die
go and k!ll they’re little siblings and tear that flesh make sure its ripe

[chorus: ts]

when i rise that shank in your chest
i promise you imma lose control
watch your eyes roll back and your coughing out blood
and his guts go squish [?]
have a taste of death, come watch this show
don’t try run can’t escape the ghost
cry for help when we take that soul
strangle him till we turn him crow (ahhh)
when i rise that shank in your chest
i promise you imma lose control
watch your eyes roll back and your coughing out blood
and his guts go squish [?]
have a taste of death, come watch this show
don’t try run can’t escape the ghost
cry for help when we take that soul
strangle him till we turn him crow
[verse 2: ts]

how many times have i told these kids?
rot in your graves and burn like rizz
flip shank when i flip put holes in him
pour acid on him and burn that skin
clot his blood thats attempted murder
cl!ck his head and neck like cursor
purger, nothing in h-ll is worser
do nothing wrong when we slap that burner
your a big man now on this world
but in the coffin your a f-cking b-tch
let me give you a taste of death real quick
[?] till he done twitch
burn him he try f-ck with a witch
turn him slice him up like pig
it’s peak and mad in the life we live
pray for them times lord forgive my sins
dont try run you won’t make it far
you will never see flesh coming out when they pass [?}
then bake off good and pray to allah
you dont know about all the pain and the trauma
bun him turn his chest crips like walker
fine i gotta smoke him like sauna
grab that kid put him in the corsa
flesh and guts that laugh with it
blood dripping out come give it a sip
all these kids dipdipdipdip
open him up like a f-cking lid
i’m dying in the head im sick
it’s hurting get rid of this sh-t
give his soul to the jinn [?]
make his blood turn blue like a f-cking crip
all the talk and the talk
all the chit and the chat
but they dont say sh-t when a rambz gets backed
[?]
i ain’t prodbywalkz so i won’t react
if i ain’t got bars then who’s got bars
no leetothev man my rambz got class
i’ll stab that pr-ck take a pic mozart
[?] you can’t speak when your in the graveyard
chest shot with the dots bros out at dark
imma dig out your chest thats yellow like bart
no broken marriage imma rip it apart
or grab that yute put him in the car
you can try run but you won’t get far
carve his face and call it art
tie him up feed him to the sharks
dont run when the shotgun barks
it’s mad it’s f-cked
try play dead keep digging your lungs
rip mans soul from his f-cking chest
then drink mans blood hows that for lunch
you could be big, little or tough and still cry like a b-tch when we chop your tongue
beg for help
cry to your mum
but there’s no going back from the things we done

- officialts

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