Beamon - Black Den (produced by Chris Havok) | Текст песни

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• Black Den (produced by Chris Havok)

[Beamon Speaking]
I toss yo body in the wind, come to the black den I toss yo body in the wind
Come to the black den, I toss yo body in the wind bitch

[Verse 1]
You ain't never been round here, cemetaries every single day round here
Blades that a shred your fucking face up bitch
I ride around and never show my face young bitch
No cable, netflix on the screen, I be by myself bitch I don't got friends
Bitch it's okay, motherfuck your life, you say you love your girl?, motherfuck your wife
Bodies on a motherfucking list, Kenpachi, young kamikaze, soul hover in the wind
All my exes?, don't care bout them, I'm in a black creek, walk inside my den
Swords swang then they rip apart yo limbs, then I shoulder shrug cause I be so tense
Tens of millions of my beasts behind me, skinny tall pimp by the name of Beam
Bitch I don't get drunk cause I meditate, nigga young trench coat bitch I'm a sorcerer
& I'm in my dark den, black robe, got a fresh frost all up on my phone
Breaking ground when I stroll, fresh cracks in the flow
See my shadow through the smoke, walking through the corridors

[Hook]
Young ghost, body flowing through the woods, so misunderstood
Fuck it, it will be all good
I'm shining my blade now, cause it's getting crucial
I'm swanging at yall now, so yall might wanna move dude

[Verse 2]
Throwing bodies in a casket, grim reaper beam came down with the madness
Bunch a frozen weapons while they posted in my tomb
Shadows of these demons all up in my fucking room
You don't wanna try me, bitch I promise you through
Bringing havoc every time I be coming through
What you tryna do with me, boy you just food
Leaving all these rappers straight looking like fools
Boy I came down, buster sword on my back
You say you gave me props?, bitch you can have them back
Then I'm lost in the grave now, I came down wrecking
Making music for myself, fuck your respect bitch
Making music for myself, fuck your respect bitch
Young Beam, hair sticking out the cage
Battle wounds on my face, you ain't rapping, that's a phase
Come to the underground I turn you to stain
You saying that its make believe, but bitch this what I make

[Hook]
Come to the black den, toss yo body in the wind
Come to the black den, toss yo body in the wind
Come to the black den, toss yo body in the wind
Come to the black den, toss yo body in the wind bitch

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