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letra de op anthem - sick gang

[intro]
from haiti – land of the voodoo, comes the most infamous cult of all

[verse 1: sicknoizednice]
i’ve been dyin’ to get your b-tch up in my inbox
runnin’ for your sin, tryna snitch off
stupid little b-tch, small barker but some big talk
bunch of clowns got me thinkin’ it’s a big top
i’ve been aimin’ at your neck, got a red beam on it
so i’m dead on target even with a hipshot
you and i, you must die, you will chop an ass fast
[?] motherf-cker flip-flop
got a pistol all up on my hip dawg
when i walk around, haters talkin’ like i’m p-ssed off
i’ma lift off like a rocket ship, dawg
got me spittin’ fire, burnin’ sh-t and seein’ them fall
overk!ll, i’ma show it to tha twista
run around the city with a big glock loaded to the t
’cause you die, you will meet suicide by police
and you’re ridin’ but you’ve been a p-ssy boy

[chorus]
devil ridin’ with the pistol grip
out of love, foes, many aimin’ at yo stuff
coked out, coked out
devil ridin’ with the pistol grip
[verse 2: don orias]
too many gats our only option (stop it!)
talkin’ about my squad b-tch (whatch it!)
back to the chord, motherf-ckers get squashed
flint rockin’ all black in the back of a hot topic
and the glock talkin’, i’m waitin’ to pop it
’cause he’s not p-ssed off when we cover the profit
so when we stackin’ the process, they be frontin’ their pockets
stickin’ their d-ck upon the load just like some f-ggots and clocks

[verse 3: dieabolik the monster]
chopper got ’em soundin’ like they’re stutterin’
b-tch, i really think i’m dead and d-d-d-d-done with them
reachin’ from the underground but really feelin’ over ’em
f-ck it, i’m a soldier, party rap’s and magazines
i gotta pop up and you stretch it like a limosine
i’m k!llin’ all my enemies
i promise that you rockin’ with a different f-ckin’ entity
they’re eatin’ up her body and gettin’ back all my energy
a serial k!ller, i’m stackin’ bodies that remember me
end up in a pile up in the middle of the woods
i got for dinners’ that i never thought would ever be this good
i’m a bully in a hoodie and i think about the k!lls (yeah)
and i get it like i’m starvin’ and i’m ’bout to get a meal (yeah)
livin’ every day like i’m ’bout to get a million
i’m tryna bite the people that’s around me without k!llin’ ’em
i think i really lost it and i really need my lithium
and you can try to run up on the gang and b-tch is siccin’ ’em

- sick gang

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