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letra de misreflection - three or die

[verse 1: 8corpses]
akin to brandon lee in the crow
nothing to lose homie
i’m gung-ho
feel like three ten to yuma
russell crowe
no one really know me homie
i’m a ghost
production immaculate
three crows
that’s the culprit
neurodivergent
my brain an arena
that’s hard to quiet
h-lla’ racket in my attic
havin trouble
tryna unpack it
h-lla’ judgement came from people like a pulpit
washed my hands clean of these morons
like pontius pilate
retrieval of self
from the rubble of facade
scrutiny came my way
more than any kind of applausе
feel like the chaperonе for my own demise
these lyrics that i spit
are not a disguise
just another entity going through entropy
i am the black sheep
an after thought of everybody
[verse 2: three or die]
blast me
don’t ask me
why you had to pass me off as a bad piece of work
i feel sadly
non sympathetic
f-ck apologetic
feelings are joke when you judge me as pathetic
throw me for a loop
think you know the truth
try to make a claim against my mother f-ckin’ troop
three f-ckin’ crows that flew the chicken coop
hunting for a punk motherf-cker on the stoop
this is just another crows anthem
another mine waiting
gaz and dot had to plant ’em
lyrics are exploding from the brain
hear the shrapnel
mother f-ckers try to talk sh-t then we nab ’em
lastly i don’t give a f-ck what happens
leave me in a ditch dead in a dark casket
call me crazy case
i’m a basket
’cause i don’t give a f-ck what you p-ssies gotta say
yah, i’ve motherf-ckin’ had it
[verse 3: 8corpses]
k!ller image drippin’ from the top
holes in my head
black ink in my skin
images of the dead
despite what you see
there’s a mind of a g
f-ck it i’m a say it
g a z
you be f-cking with the realest
matter of fact
keep your two cents
hold your breath
don’t forget to exhale
better yet
suck up the negative sh-t in your mouth
choke on it
no way to let it all out
maybe next time think before you feeling all stout
motherf-cker was an outlaw
hands cuffed
riding in the back of cop cars
flip the script
twelve years
six figures
that’s a trip
life long mentors even had their doubts on
your only enemy isn’t me
exquisitely said
i rose from the dead
with a corpse and my crows
murderin’ in the grove
when the f-cking foes
start droppin’ to the floor
that’s your cue to turn around and go
[verse 4: three or die]
f-ck it
i wet you up
thinking i won’t
conversations been had
and the judgement is doom
cut myself from the womb
the f-ck you thinking i do
motherf-ck you
and your punk friends too
three crows cawin’ at the bag filled with bad sh-t
8corpses slide out the back with the hatchet
silly motherf-ckers over the top
you’re a spastic
ain’t no one k!lling sh-t the way we do
no open casket
lend all my achievement to the man who not facetious
passed the big three oh and never felt more like breathing
can’t f-ck it up
stand with no crutch
i never know when to give up
my site is set and definitely
the boys and me to the end
three o d

- three or die

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