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Savages

Black Sun Empire, Prolix, Virus Syndicate
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Hex your whole clique, sex your old bit Pah, your new chick, she hardly do shit The army too sick, land of the giants, home of the brave The grim reaper standing over your grave Black Crombie with the zombie steez Don't put the curses on me please MC's are like don't put them verses on me, jeez The night pharaoh, shooter of the white arrow Them man are lame yo, they don't possess the right ammo Fuck I've got to piss in, I can hear the creeping Stick 'em, let my zipper pockets thicken Pretty women serve me chicken I'm sick of prison, swerving, dip is off some bigger work I'm missing cotchin' with some chick That's fucking driving me berserk, bitch From out the back again, back on Blackout attacking 'em Bangers we pack unravel then bang and they know what's happening We're cloak and daggering, roaming the roads with savages Causing a load of drama like when Jesus married Magdalene Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Savages, savages Savages, savages Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Ain't no way you're telling what the I'm overheating inside with beads of sweat My heart is beating, got me feeling alive No deceiving, got this demon lurking deep in my eyes Push that panic button, six million reasons to die I ain't mad or nutting, fuck 'em, tryna grab a tutting Causing up a ruckus, fucking sick of never having nutting Cabbage in brain, slashing new veins, I'm a savage, damn it Wrap you in chains, can't keep the change I'm a manic addict asking, tryna grab a bag Fuck I've got to piss in, I can hear the creeping Stick 'em, let my zipper pockets thicken Pretty women serve me chicken I'm sick of prison, swerving, dip is off some bigger work I'm missing cotchin' with some chick That's fucking driving me berserk, bitch From out the back again, back on Blackout attacking 'em Bangers we pack unravel then bang and they know what's happening We're cloak and daggering, roaming the roads with savages Causing a load of drama like when Jesus married Magdalene Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Savages, savages Savages, savages Savages, savages Savages, savages Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is Tell 'em what the damage is