VON POE VII Ft. Jus Allah - Wolves | Текст песни

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• VON POE VII Ft. Jus Allah
• Wolves

[Verse 1: Poetic Death]

Full moon apocalypse/
And that's the scenery/
Word around the village Is/
Somebody's now a memory/
I'm guilty as charged/
But I've been hiding from the sunlight/
Identity not conclusive dwelling' in the night life/
She had a little problem so I solved it/
Believe me/
Had thoughts of suicide/
And so I'd make them a reality/
These casualties are actually a fantasy/
Corrupted mind states are entertaining to your majesty/
Blasphemy/
She read about the death within the paper/
And figured she will lock her front and back doors/
And that would make her life safer/
But little darling/
This ain't a horror movie/
And the villain doesn't get caught/
The world will keep spinning/
That's a fact number seven/
Because you woke up on the concrete/
Police investigations filing an unsolved mystery/
According to the photos left the scene a bloody misery/
Forgot the gasoline tank to blow away the scenery/
She's moving/
I could of sworn I felt another presence/
The night is still young/
And I've been covering my footprints/
What a perfect image but I have to regress/
And leave your body to the night life
For the wolves to digest/

[Verse 2 Jus Allah:]

I was searching for the person missing/
I was trying to divert the suspicion/
I overheard/
Got word of the perfect position/
The murder hadn't occurred/
I reversed the decision/
She's a little beat up/
But in working condition/
Slight damage she was in an apparent collision/
I took advantage/
Didn't ask for her parent's permission/
They're a terror at that age/
They refuse to listen/
She'll be safe under my care and supervision/
Talked to all my two friends and abuse victims/
I've done it plenty of times/
It's a proven system/
I'm insane/
I was raised in a crazy family/
Where we kill our own kind like Casey Anthony/
Family comes first/
Murder at a close second/
I don't know how I manage to keep them both separate/
I keep it all to the stubs from what's mine/
I want to keep all of the blood and the bloodline/

[Hook: Poetic Death]

Yo this world is an illusion/
And I'm it's execution/
We take flight/
Stalking our victims under the moonlight/
So dare you take a gamble/
And sacrifice your life/
Just another rotten body to the grave site/