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letra de rotten $ouls - $uicideboy$

they’re here!
uh, lil f-cking uzi the antichrist
black $uede

b-tch, i got my glock c-cked
when you hear that knock, knock, knock
death at the door, telling you: it’s time to close shop!
so you drop to your knees, begging please to stop
but he’s not, it’s inevitable
leave you dead on the floor
b-tch, i got that motherf-ckin’ dead president flow
more benjamins, hoe
yeah, i’ll go to your show because attendance is low
(excuse me, excuse me!)
matter fact, f-ck that
bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite
hand it out that friday night
sure enough, got you fans hooked
only way you were going to blow up, motherf-cker
i’m g-59 signed
crime don’t pay, but i will pay for the crime, uh
got the devil on my side
yeah, we kick it all the time
i’m the one who told him that god was a b-tch
f-ck him, let’s ride
grab that cross and flip it around
drive into town like: whats up? we down

yung god!
i’m the one that nailed jesus to the cross, you feel me?
i’m f-cking pontius pilate
trap house $crim!

i’m p-ssin’ on crosses in churches
chrome to your dome, and i murk ya’
twenty deep when we ride that excursion
i’m itchin’ for death and i’m lurkin’
life full of sin
chalk on cement
momma be begging: don’t do drugs again!
murder something, he-rs- full of friends
sn-tching up purses, and kicking doors in
187, gripping mac-11
you wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven?
gold on my chain, drugs in my brain
i’m slicing my wrist with the mental deranged
$crimmy insane
dope got me numb
west bank sewers where i crawled out from
smoke in my lungs, i’m about to blackout
got a bottle full of roofies that i’m about to pass out
coke i be sniffing
lean i be sipping
trying to od, ’cause that’s always my mission
drug-fueled demon
got to stay stoned
walk up in h-ll, like: hey honey, i’m home!

- uicideboy

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