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letra de bagged - yianax

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you p-ssies keep pushing
imma f-kin black out like a light switch
f-ckin on my music like i dont write this
lookin to good when im f-cked up
i can be half drunk still resort to violence
not violent but all i want is silence

dont f-ck around now
this is my time
take too many bars now
this a night vibe
i can be a nice guy
only sorta died
but i saughtmaize ya wifez
when ya dial suicide lines
to feel alive its k!lling time

f-ckin on the muble rap
ruffle back if ya want the wrath
i damage tracks when i crank an amp
like a mike jack track buckled raps
i dont f-ck with that

evwryone on a lean stand straight
everyone on a beam dam fakes
every where i see i demand fate
let yas all compete for that dam plate
lets all see the street i demand grace

all yall talk ya sh-t
back it up f-ckin b-tch
all my writs out crypt
scribbed with egyption scripts
im rippin out my ribs

crunching up a lung
i dont need a breath
im not f-cking up
i had break
now im gunnin stuff
love the taste of blood
got youse on the run

yall better bow to me
to loud for the mounter me
where i coulda been
if i never touched a drink
probrably running things
honestly on top of it
but i bottled it

now im pop the cork
so i dont f-ck it up

(rhaa( (rhaaa)

the tention must be manifesting
when im outta lemmom
bouta go an get it
like i f-ckin better

no more contradictions live this vicid image
depiction of sinners an enough grit for k!llers
to bounce to rythem i give em a minute
crtiuqe my faitiuge im in a fake leauge
of b-tches an kittens feling intemate with their writtens i rip em to smithers
thats a burn leve you yellow like a simpson

ride till i die
the mosiah
fire ridining higher
defire constructed desires
deny da violence like i dont slit up my wrists
when im writing

where you think i get the ink from
blood runs pure down the page
what you think im kidding son
i got enough bottle rage
to split you faith up
f-ck you say c-nt

i dont play your b-tch little games
i set a lain and take aim on the strays
i ain’t fake when i say you give what you take

an im giving two fingers
so i guess its f-ck me
i ain’t finish on my aim
i imprinted what i say
only play with my mates
descrased my name cause i can’t get it straight i say what i say take what you take

if i said it i meant it
i invented the venom
dependant on you fellas
to listen an present it
i de friended peasants
chasing dimes for a seshin

toe tags an a body bag
im back back back
when smoke get clapped clapped clapped
want wraith then
rha rha rha

you want it come get it
your another degenerate ellen degeneras disected cause your c-nt was infected your a straight up exeteran exeteran

nothing in my blood stream but jim beam
no drugs i keep it clean i severd my spleen and die in my dreams so what the f-ck dose your life mean to me my reason of being is freeing constructive freedom i speak freely inhear your speakers and get tweaking my heart beats within reach of satans peace/peice

hearts gone cold my minds gone too
dark as the thoughts of k!lling children like a menace i mean it im sick as prision victim
i think wicked an its chilling to core
chilling to the core

suicide comes alive when i bind my mind to my ryhmes i try thrive to survive but you guys tryna lie to my face

lie to my face get raped on tape

- yianax

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