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wen gods prey we shake from da turbulence vol. 8

from p​.​a​.​r​.​s. curriculum 03: distractions & suspicions by healing music from usa

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I pray to espionage
I jack the fancy cars
You decapitated by my jaws
After you crushed to death
Inside my palm
Finsta masticate off my own arm
Grab a shotgun
And sew that shit on
You know I'll respawn
Red moon in my eyes
Got these waves dropping science
I get em wet
Up into they person with 9 millimeters of silence
My steel is lubed up
Staring at the sky cus I gets high off the violence
Niggas could never really keep up wif me
My game is too thick
This ain't no rubric or rubix
I ain't spittin runic when I run up in tombs
Check my attitude & gimme room
Respect my tunes I anticipate doom
Stewing shake eating shrooms
Down by the lagoon wat goons
Flippin I'm equipped to start trippin
Units start rippin
Rule number 1 you don't touch pimpin
You end up missin
So nigga you finsta bow
Before you get put down on the beat
Understand you can't stand wit me
I need the chance to chop down into yo cranium wif da machete
I'm ready
Blacc born spaghetti bout to bore into yo belly
Where you keep yo crack
Yo fetti I'm cutting you up
Ho get ready

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