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Wild Up
Three or Die
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Selling out the mother fuckin' Devil
Pull another petal
Wrap a couple ropes around my ankle
Let me sink down to the hell hole
Wild up
It's just a matter of time before I snatch up
Couple of washed up
Bastards
The Shapes curse
Any motherfucker come and get it
So we'll see
We got the threat of the killer
The evil
The thrill of the hunt
The shack of the entities flame lit my blunt
Barbecue and chili cannibal the hiders fuming
Rest in piss the bitter murmur make anyone perk up
Let's murder
I want my tombstone painted all black like my fit
Throw a pound in my casket
And make it good shit
I don't really fuck with niggas if they act like a bitch
There's whole lotta bitches
In the game that's a sitch
Hey bro
Get fucked like a nympho
Doing shit big
Feel like Ryan Decenzo
Making it look easy when I kill an instrumental
Tell her take it easy when you bitch is in the rental
Burial rites for the wicked
Please don't get it twisted
Run if you see smoke out the chimney
The witch in the cabin that's covered in rust
You won't be missed grind your bones down to dust
History's written
Taught to the children
The wickedness turned to a tale of endearment
Your fear in the night
A beast with a mark
Stay in the light
Cause I lurk in the dark
G A Z in a coma
No way
Chainsaw rip to the bone aye
Sound of the engine
Bring chill to the spine
Drink from the fountain
It taste just like wine
I rev the beast for ya
Scream louder
Bleed for the entity as it consumes all the souls
Down this mind
Deeper we go
Silence is the sweetest thing that many would have hope to seek
Fill my head with grief
Not peaceful in my company
These machines never sleep
Jump and make a scene
Rowdy with the crows
Alive I'm feelin' fine don't you know
Three Black Crows
Two Mags high
Mother fucker got us straight in his sites
Through death scopes
Flames ignite
Blood trail got me runnin' straight through the night
Clenching my fist to the wheel
We resist
As he misses a shot
Tires burn
The windshield is missing
I'm silently wishing
And questioning will I return
Pedal to the metal as we seal our fate
I can't wait
Run away
The breaks are busted
Shutter through my spine as we evacuate
Too bad
Too late
The blood it flows
Coagulate
It seems as though we might escape
As we bust through these rusty gates
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