Crucified - Smoked Out | Текст песни

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Kill em get em feel em,get easy to kill em,easy to give em pirate,couple of drugs couple of pills, now how do you smoke proper for hours,heard served,get em naked people,how to push me and kiss me,check automatic pussy passion,chopper crack pussy person,beating em over the header,see Im coming with lyrical killer,diminish and finish,cause they wanna higher than a contour and then I will be realer,then my heart will be breaking realer,get a sinner to get up and get up,open bottle take it to deliver,when I will busting em up to the back of the ring,and busting em up to the parrilas,
Put them all up in a coma,no coming out, better wake up you are dinner
Fuck all the fussing,I'm coming up busting them over the head with a pillar,
And the moment we are going insane like a dungeon and then like smoothies we hit em to their and get em muthafucka buffeling,
And smoke on em like we have smash em and after you buffled,
Now I'm ready to kill em,fill em all up with the lyrical venom, it would be easy keeping em off of me and I'm murdering everything like a normal kid,
I hit them,kill them,fucking up other rappers with a toll and putting them back on the plenuim and then muthafucka we kill em and hit em with all power and funny on em like a demon
No thoughts, I just speaking it fast,and I wicked it blast at three enemy flows, I deep it in your past
And you heard of a monster that coming do a flow shit,
And a murderous song Then we hear a call and make em all wrong muthafucka we make em beat em all like stabbing,
Im breaking the neck of the pussy that wanted to push me,rising against me,
Murdering em all like murderous hit em like a feeling something a real parilla,
Now it's time to make em like u gonna do em murder em and find em like a muthafucka put em all up with a final checker,
No one can find me because it's hard and I'm on the another settle ya,
And no one can serve me because I'm on another checker ya and buffle em,
Smoking till the devil shows,and he shows up in my asylum,
And no one muthafucka can keep up with all that monsters,
Im in the pulse in your cranium,beating insane,
yeah I will be there in the world of the pain,
As soon as I chop,and I come non stop,but I don't got a brain,
the blood you the killer,who smoked the Jane,
the form thick enough,forming your brain,
It's all coming to flesh when I gonna like a monster flesh em like,
Its just busting and busting like a demon and have a wicked posse and after another buffling and busting I kill you and check lyrical leading you're manic I'm making you panic and your flipping in stomach will run up bubble up into the core where you will go in danger

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