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letra de death by dishonor - pouya

[verse 1: ghostemane]
i’m about to put a hurtin’ on a b-tch soul
we took an eighth of psilocybe let it all go
stuck in the middle of the earth, it ethereal
i’m bout to take a little trip and never come home
she dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow
i’d rather l1ck it off and swallow every drop, oh
everybody thinkin’ i’m the devil but i’m really woke
by woke i mean i’m not susceptible to brain control but i know that
she tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue
make me wanna take another cigarette in my gun
i’m sick of puttin’ it in my mouth just saying f-ck it i’m done
i know i never be the one to say the devil won
‘cept for one mage if i’m gonna be a teller
like i’m really feelin’ like i’m tryna dip and reincarnate
i look up in the sky, and i think
when i’m done, i really wanna take a dive in the lake and say goodbye to everything

[verse 2: shakewell]
f-ck a halo, keep a heater with you
pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you
leave ’em bl–dy red, really ain’t an issue
think his auntie sad, get that b-tch a tissue
heard his army mad, i could give a f-ck
all my c-mpas pulling up in armored trucks
you be talkin’ migos, but ain’t one of us
hit a fifty cell, really i’m the plug
just another day in the 6-1-4
now they in columbus talkin’ mexico
choppin’ up the kilo then we slittin’ throats
trap be in the kitchen cookin’ up a goat
no that ain’t no slang for a f-ckin’ pack
even if it was, boy, you couldn’t cap
even if you did, it’d hit you with the tax
shout out all my homie, made a mill’ off wax

[verse 3: pouya]
yuh, yuh, ayy
death by dishonor, you crossed the wrong one
your wig get pushed back
underground underdog need ten flat to be in the same room
pop by the cut with a stick and the stained booth
f-ck whatcha heard, baby, i’ve been around
po-po ’round, we need a moment of silence
running from the piece to get away from the sirens
ain’t a d-mn thing changed ’cause we love the violence
baby bone, i’m an animal
made a hundred thousand racks at the seminole
eat a rapper up sick like i’m hannibal
got a b-tch right off of the banana boat
shakewell, make bail, set sail, send a rapper to h-ll
broke -ss rappers, man, they want me to fail
i made all the right moves, i’m never taking an l

[verse 4: erick the architect]
yeah, yeah
usually, i would just make the decision to k!ll ’em
rest is for the willin’ when you on the ceiling
will he ever give a dividend again?
i’m moving diligent, this independent, mane
a minimum of dank, i’m on a bigger rank
i thank the lord for every saint
i can’t describe a cannibal
i eat a rapper chapter one
i get up on you, read you like a palm
sh-t is sticky since i got a system
i’m a k!ller, make a million off of this (yeah)
that’s how deep the pending coffin is (yeah)
so all my villains break a law to this (yeah)
pray your lord forgives
i k!ll with confidence
i count the karma for my sons in orphanage
i’m bringing all them in ’til we all begin
there’s no bargaining so quit arguin’

- pouya

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