Slug Christ - Bane | Текст песни

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gimme all yo benzos and racks
i think i'm vincent vega when i cop a dope sack
yeah these hoes all glass
you wanna do work or you just want this ass
why i feel like a hot ass bitch?
a thot want my vag like they got teen dick
swear i had big tits tight slit
long hair tan skin and my daddy was rich
suckas clay
all these ducks think im gay
roll it catch this shit on tape
discovered how to vomit on the face of a tame
sunflowers on the pants no shit
step up in club while im takin a shit
reverse blade on a puss ass lick
batousai when i kill yo bitch
runnin through the mince
hunnids for the imps
the few demons on my back want bliss
but tge methods they employ lack all common sense
she cough up all butt nuts
i force fed to yo mother
she tied up in my bunker
no solace in yo comfort

fuck it up fuck it up hoe
cindaquil light with the way that i glow
really i lack all control
slug cannot cope
slug cannot cope
12:20 gun poder foil
4:50 pukin in the toil
black and white shit straight all noir
blood in my vomit that shit hit the boil
all brimstone my words
sever through ya torso with the flamewheel burns
kill me kill me kill me
bitch its not ya turn
move yaself into the line of the suicidal gurls
for a rack i can split ya from the bottom
throw a few more and ill straight up dissolve ya
yung slug bitch murda no problem
necronomicon read the slug god column
whats that
das me
abomination jesus slug demon half breed
messiah to a a gen of dope fiends
siftin through dimensions like a ghost holy
real with the purge
euthanize earth
bombs in my hand as i steady swag surf
kelly slater with the paper as i murk
slug in ya throat how you like this girth
yall boring
ion fuck withyou people
eyes wander scared
when pull out 3 kindsa illegal
soul resonance no equal
blair witch my hoe
burn down that steeple
occult witch craft flow

do not call me daddy bitch that shit is fuckin weird
but you call me vishnu cuz im supreme tween yo stream
beat it beat it senseless you gon probly fall in love
and start hallucinating when u ingest that slug cum

dusk over top of me
twilight hypotheses
clockin the glock when these fuckas is copyin
when i get poppin b
no chance of stoppin me
murda then murda what i deem hypocracy
you claim autocracy
really just jockin me
obviously watchin me
possibly stalkin me
slug in this bitch with a couple sacks probably
flippin the work right outside of the dollar tree


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