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letra de die to this music - sick gang

[intro: dieabolik the monster]
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
spreadin’ like a virus, sick-sickgang
homie, this be that bullsh-t
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
yo! yah!

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
look, wait a second, let me sniff a little chloroform
i got a bone to pick with the scene of horrorcore
i’ll pick the femur bone and then i’ll pick the scar
i pick the, f-ck it, might k!ll it man, i pick it off
goalie mask on, no hockey stick (stick)
rounds out the barrel long as a taki chip (yah)
wanna die? man, i promise you, this probably it (yah)
i’ll put you squares in the box like a floppy disc (haha)
o.g. stars bars like it’s ’03 (three)
rappers flow, chopper down like i’m kobe
concrete jungle, i’ma changе my name to mowgli (yah)
suicide vest on my chеst but for old me
whole team animals, sharp-ass chainsaw
run with full gas, aye, motherf-cker brains too (yah)
him too, me too, devil like i see to
stabbin’ up your body ’til that motherf-cker see through (lsp)
die and don makin’ music you got beat to
let you see the blade ‘fore i k!ll you again in prequel (ha)
walkin’ to the grave, to the grave that i lead you
face covered up [i could lie of done grapefruit?] (uhh)
[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
spreadin’ like a virus, sick-sickgang
homie, this be that bullsh-t
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to

[verse 2: chxxmpa]
hold up, homie, this be that gang sh-t
spray ’em, lay ’em down in a grave when i make it bang, b-tch
shameless, i’m beamin’ for cavin’ your f-ckin’ face in
and i go and i fill up the hoe with some frosted flakes when i’m blazin’
blame this for what little billy did to his high school
slide through the front door, pistol off in his right shoe
he strip and got a list of the victims he finna find and ooh
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all could die to
don’t know why you speakin’ shotgun language, layin’ you face first
in h-ll and dirt as life goes black, fade into flame and hurt
i stay berserk and lurkin’ like jason in crystal lake
burn your body, let you ride in the back of your favorite he-rs-
don’t tell my f-ckin’ mama i lost it and joined a gang
she be nausious at the thought of me, slaughter the bull she raised
i ain’t stoppin’, ain’t sh-t you can do to avoid the blade
i got your neck sprayin’ blood like i shot you at point blank (sick gang)

[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
spreadin’ like a virus, sick-sickgang
homie, this be that bullsh-t
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
[verse 3: claas]
yeah! homie, this be that gang sh-t (yeah!)
it’s that bullet to the brain, cl!ck, bang sh-t (bang!)
that venom seepin’ out my f-ckin’ fangs, spit (rah!)
that get the f-ckin’ chair and let you hang, b-tch
big bad wolf that’ll blow your house down
have ’em pushin’ daisies as they’re planted underneath ground
ain’t no memories found, all you hear is the sound
of laughter, rather tell ’em that they’re livin’ with the trees now
we hound, sicc ’em, got a fight that’ll make my marks shy
y’all ain’t flyin’ by me, b-tch, i saw you with my hawk eye
k!ll and let ’em all die, raw, let’s get up off my
p-n-s less you’re tryna witness jesus when them sparks fly (blaow)
all my heathens all the meanest, they won’t back down
hang you from the ceiin’ with the spike that’s in your back now
a mad child, hit ’em with that battle axe and chop ’em up
leave a note just layin’ sayin’ “sick gang doesn’t give a f-ck”
press your f-ckin’ luck and hit the f-ckin’ b-tton
watch us turn these f-ckin’ idiots to f-ckin’ nothin’
we ain’t f-ckin’ bluffin’, c-cky, watch my d-ck w-ng
as i scream (sick! sick! sickgang! motherf-ckers!)

[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
spreadin’ like a virus, sick-sickgang
homie, this be that bullsh-t
headphones blarin’ that music that y’all can die to
[verse 4: don orias]
(yo yo!)
nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin’ to say
but nothin’ comes out when they move their lips
you think a dude just sit?
well you motherf-ckers must’ve really forgot about gang (haha)
this that music to bleed to
we’re the type of sh-t that you b-tches are gettin’ beat too (haha)
we say sh-t you gon’ wind up deceased to
real life snuff fl!ck -punch- catchin’ [prequels?]
remember the day we slay and we still ill
showin’ no mercy and we stiller than k!ll bill
music to die to, we’ve been sick way before the corona (haha)
like you spreadin’ melanoma, animals in the trap better move back
i think i lost my flow
aight, ayy yo, can you cut the beat bro? i-i lost my flow
alright, i’ma-i’ma punch in right here
oh, we ca-we can’t punch in
it’s a-it’s a f-ckin’ casssette tape bro (sickgang!)

- sick gang

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