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Song: | Temple Spray |
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Year: | | Length: | 111 sec |
Lyrics:
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Bitch, I step in your hood like it's Fly by Night You got the nine? That's alright, 'cause hoe, I ain't 'fraid to die Squeeze the trigger, lil' pussy, see yo' hand shaking When Yung Christ get to walking, all the earth breaking Koopsta Knicca reborn out the voodoo village All these rappers fuckboys, and I've been sent here to pillage Fuck a image, this my business that I put on record You motherfuckers Dr. Hyde, and I'm Mr. Jekyll Better yet the devil, antichrist dripped in gold Flip the cross up on the chain Make sure these motherfuckers know $carecrow and Yung $now, we see you bitches biting All these posi' motherfuckers claiming $uicidal, eat my rifle
Lucifer telling me that I better be in reverie Lucifer begging me to return home Travel the seven seas, Ruby da Cherry been burying memories Cherishing dead enemies, never returnin' the throne Please leave me the fuck alone Fuck a hoe, plug up her soul Find a puddle, grab a shovel, let's keep diggin' deep holes The grass is always stained red when you slit your wrist Grave wet from the rain, dead weight, remain dead and wait Forever the grey, forever the grey Forever the grey, and the five and the nine And remember my name, remember my name Remember my name when I die, don't reply to the devil inquiring Souls for admiring, Satan perspiring, sign on the line Ruby inspiring kids, get in line and see Lucifer Buyer beware of the truth And see you can be evil enough to let loose Bitch, I got that noose What the fuck you choose? Choose late and lose
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