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letra de deadzone - skorn3896

[verse 1: skorn]
you make me nauseous subconsciously
toxic oddity probably
philosophically bother me
k!ll em all when they stop the beat
like the fall of hierapolise
time to face the dichotomy
of your putrid anatomy
please don’t even be mad at me
f-ck it i’m twisted so offensive
watch my rims spin from the prison
mind your business p-ssy b-tches
or i’ll put my d-ck in your britches
never f-ck with lame ass snitches
cut em up they left in stitches
end them oes with the quickness
bodies turning up in ditches
[hook: skorn]
i f-cking hate you
wanna break you
castrate you
eliminate you

desicrate your body as a hobby
placate your sloppy tippy
your just a carbon copy
of my rotting shotty

full spread head blown
welcome to the dead zone
like ya wearing headphones
i’m a god upon the throne

throw another f-cking stone
catch me on an empty road
double barrel mind blown
ya just another orange cone

[verse 2: shade apollo]
i’m the type to sell money, still flip a profit
said i’d do it and i did it, i must be a prophet
ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins
rose from the dirt and i started walkin’
what i’m cookin’ in the booth, deadly concoctions
shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin’
or i might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you
said you’d blow up, now let’s watch it
you the type, can’t do it, you just knock it
pull out a pistol, forget how to c-ck it
brief hesitation then i get to choppin’
scythe cut you up like katana through margarine
i can’t believe it’s not b-tter
you don’t know about shade, go and ask your mother
sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered
monster under your bed while hide under covers
ain’t even human, i’m just undercover
skeleton, flesh suit
witch in the booth
barricade, i charge on through
mr. x from re2
got infinite styles, all better than you
every time i step in the booth
my demons are wooed
[hook: skorn]
i f-cking hate you
wanna break you
castrate you
eliminate you

desicrate your body as a hobby
placate your sloppy tippy
your just a carbon copy
of my rotting shotty

full spread head blown
welcome to the dead zone
like ya wearing headphones
i’m a god upon the throne

throw another f-cking stone
catch me on an empty road
double barrel mind blown
ya just another orange cone

[verse 3: $witchblade]
b-tch i came back with my blade
i lost myself again
when i got up every night i tried to not forget
took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames
calmed the chaos in my mind i’m ready to start the tape, b-tch
when they wanna me go back
i make attack, go breaking bad
bake a new track for you my fans
i’m spending so much when in my lab
waste your life every time you lay and hate another man
every minute of your life you’re getting closer to the h-ll
[hook: skorn]
i f-cking hate you
wanna break you
castrate you
eliminate you

desicrate your body as a hobby
placate your sloppy tippy
your just a carbon copy
of my rotting shotty

full spread head blown
welcome to the dead zone
like ya wearing headphones
i’m a god upon the throne

throw another f-cking stone
catch me on an empty road
double barrel mind blown
ya just another orange cone

- skorn3896

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