OmenXIII - Filth (Prod. STILL) | Текст песни

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• OmenXIII
• Filth (Prod. STILL)

Hoody thrown up with my back to the breeze,
They don't give a fuck about me,
They don't give a fuck about OmenXIII
All black shirt, all black jeans,

heart used to hurt, I got scars on my sleeve.
Ridin' with demons, we ridin' with dreams.
If we playin the game, then we playin for keeps.
I creep in the alleys I murder the beats.

You can stay in your lane but you stayin with lames.
we not the same, we not the same.
fuck all the fame, bitch we play different games.
I'm tryna eat, I'm just tryna maintain,

My sanity, I'm not one to detain,
cuz my brain trained kill anything in my way
so I kill then I devestate,
permeate bodies, repeat 'til the hurt away.

I Could Exterminate life with more wrath than cthulu,
reduce it to dust if i see it reduceable.
animate bodies through voodoo, a guru
that decimates light with the shadows as usual.

Ending mandkind, just because I could do it who
knew I'd turn into a demi-god, something immovable,
Now if I look to the sky it's just
me on this rock with nobody to prove it to.

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