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letra de by the nines - sakaree & desolate lands

[act i: hatred]

[intro]
castaholics! real hex warfare!
i’m on a f-cking victory lap fella, no one can tell me nothing
desolation, destruction, demise
ego through the f-cking ceiling, you know what i mean?
warlock money
desolation bankroll boys
yep, yep yep yep yep yep
bringing h-llfire from 1645
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pour up that mana pot, baby

[verse 1]
i’m pouring up the mana pot and i can’t stop
spells on top of spells, scorching villages & all the crops (scorchin)
ever since i cleansed the rot, writing tip top
been through h-ll & back, caught a tan, the flames burnt hot (yes they did)
the devil got me rеd dot, steady taking shots (bang)
three days in vegas, all i heard was whirring of thе slots (cha-ching)
the money coming in a flock, herd it to the plot
the beat knocking man off their socks, can’t believe the chops
real wizard, you can see it in the long locks (yup)
everything i drop is top notch, never seen a flop (never)
it’s bout time i slaughtered sheep, seen it on the watch (yeppp)
wolfing down loops till my belly full n b-ttons pop
kick rocks, you man are wet, gotta grab the mop (yep)
plop my legs up on the desk & kweff till my blood clots (kweff)
the battery is fully charged, and it’s high watts
leave them looking like a mad scientist, great scott
[verse 2]
by the nines i’m geeked up like young sheld
bout to start infecting track lists like dave chapelle
me and lands victory lapping thru the streets of h-ll
demons come in troves, big applause as they banging bells (yep)
pennies flooded up the wishing well (yeppp)
i would say i wish her well but in truth i’m praying that she dwells (yes i am)
i been living swell, shooting out the flames fel
makin money off the keyboard and i don’t got a dell (nooo)
time will tell, by the nines i’m geeked, looking pale
shot me in the foot like a crook, now i’m moving frail (yep)
cast a spell, fingers looking like i’m reading braille
paint a wicked picture in my art, tell a wicked tale
the rain poured then it turned to hail (yep)
the agony rang through my eardrum, chalkboard & nail (yep)
i was slacking for a minute, had to drop a grail
waiting steady on divorce letters coming thru the mail

[outro]
desolate lands or f-ck off
(send that sh-t b-tch, i been waiting on that sh-t, give me back my last name- you c-nt)
yep, yep (please)
yeeeep (swear)
warlock money
i slaughter snakes in the face
you man are big disgrace- i don’t know
don’t find yourself out of mana
it’s desolate-

- sakaree desolate lands

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