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[xxxtentacion:] |
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two shots for me and fucking jesus himself |
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who the fuck signed the petition giving jesus the belt? |
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tie it around his neck and get to fucking buckling up |
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for every moment i counted on him, im fucking him up |
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torture victims are due to scriptures, its written as such |
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so every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut |
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cut his tongue out and hammered fucking nails in his skull |
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couldnt see what jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so |
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if theres a fucking god, i wanna slit his fucking throat |
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and feed his organs to the children |
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and, shower solutions to the black and the white |
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and, endless indulgence to the youth in the night |
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cold scripture all use to be causing a rut |
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drowning women and many children and pillaging trust |
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just a man who murdered many in sake of himself |
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he just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf |
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[joey bada$$:] |
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slow dancing with the devil and in a burnin room |
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two steppin ahead, until they lock me in a tomb |
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been doomed since they pulled us out the womb |
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satan preyin on me, she be throwin souls inside the wombs |
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life shoulda eat you up, spit you out, beat you up |
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but bitch, the door dont stay enough, dont think i see enough |
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baby, i see too much, baby, i cant call it |
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i need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic |
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i cant trust nobody, i put that on mind, soul, and my whole body |
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i see demons and theres nothin they dont know bout me |
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no matter i try to hide, they gon find me |
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so now i never run from it, cause i come from it |
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i never lied, devils eyes in the beasts stomach |
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i look the devil in the eyes, i could see she bluffin |
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i pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep comin, keep comin |
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[kemba:] |
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i just found out family and enemies could be different |
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i was steppin over syringes thats in my kitchen |
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after momma died, i couldnt go to the bathroom |
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without gettin some second-hand hell with how im pissin |
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this is just me paintin a picture of what i live with |
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what you know about comin home to your shit missin? |
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and findin out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it? |
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this is just me paintin addiction |
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these niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean |
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niggas stole my denim jeans, them the thieves, dvds, literally anything |
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food i bought anything from the vending machine |
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credit card crack any door, like janitor keys |
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niggas even took credit for the man i would be |
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and if i let em he would probably take twenty percent, managing fee |
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im so scared of my genes, i considered celibacy |
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afraid i would ruin my seeds, like adam and eve |
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i got blood on the fuckin leaves of my family tree |
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just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me |
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i lost my whole damn momma, i lost a part of me |
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she lost her whole damn life from systems of poverty |
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grew up with crown fried chicken cloggin my arteries |
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increase in robberies, police and bullets that i bob and weave |
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it was nonstop for me, no one was stoppin me |
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either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfilling prophecy |
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this just how i introduce myself, talk to me |
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kemba |
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