letra de immolate - safe sin
[chorus]
na-na- knock at the door, didn’t come here to talk, baby came for your soul, and your heart and a rope
you lovin’ the pain and you know that it shows (ha, ha)
immolation, watch me burn in the fire
rings around me, all black attire
s-x sells, you ugly -ss b-tch, so where is your buyer? (please get out your file)
bl–dy my knuckles on bricks, now, my back get bloodied f-ckin’ your b-tch
sick in the head, still finna’ be rich
you can hang, them dirty -ss kicks
[verse 1]
my t–th tell the truth, but they also a weapon
don’t f-ck with you bros who do not come ‘n check
small body, but body, you p-ssy -ss b-tches just might steal my flow back and get to the riches
we wanna lash her, want her to die
lot of sh-tty friends, filled with sighs
it’s hard to talk, but what’s inside
– his heart to tell, who needs to cry?
burn down this f-cking town
it’s an omen when i come around
’cause it’s like give ‘n take baby, it’s up, and down
i don’t wanna come down
i feel in love with this earth, so i carry it
found out my weaknesses, went ‘n then buried it (ha)
wait, i cherried it (ha)
actually, i think this sh-t calls for a toast
i got the demons and angels in tow
you know we comin- you seein’ the crow’s
-soul and so now get this knife in they throat
[chorus]
na-na- knock at the door, didn’t come here to talk, baby came for your soul, and your heart and a rope
you lovin’ the pain and you know that it shows (ha, ha)
immolation, watch me burn in the fire
rings around me, all black attire
s-x sells, you ugly -ss b-tch, so where is your buyer? (please get out your file)
bl–dy my knuckles on bricks, now, my back get bloodied f-ckin’ your b-tch
sick in the head, still finna’ be rich
you can hang, them dirty -ss kicks
na-na- knock at the door, didn’t come here to talk, baby came for your soul, and your heart and a rope
you lovin’ the pain and you know that it shows (ha, ha)
immolation, watch me burn in the fire
rings around me, all black attire
s-x sells, you ugly -ss b-tch, so where is your buyer? (please get out your file)
bl–dy my knuckles on bricks, now, my back get bloodied f-ckin’ your b-tch
sick in the head, still finna’ be rich
you can hang, them dirty -ss kicks
[verse 2]
my t–th tell the truth, but they also a weapon
don’t f-ck with you bros who do not come ‘n check
small body, but body, you p-ssy -ss b-tches just might steal my flow back and get to the riches
we wanna lash her, want her to die
lot of sh-tty friends, filled with sighs
it’s hard to talk, but what’s inside
– his heart to tell, who needs to cry?
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