Bullets fly
Legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh
I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh
I pull up and bust out a beam
Bullets fly
Legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh
I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh
I pull up and bust out a beam
Throw another one up in the grave
I don't need an AK with a double sided blade
In the mainframe
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I'm a soft spoken type but when I handle the archetype
I cannot speak
Only dig deep in your abysmal depression I fuck with
I cannot just say I'm a fiend for the secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything
Reincarnated Crowley
Fuck the fame
Fuck the drugs
I'm on cloud nine
I meditate
Fuck Lavey
You so fake divine
I'll bring you back to life and shoot you in your fucking face
The black mage
Flip the page
While I burn sage
Bullets fly
Legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh
I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh
I pull up and bust out a beam
Bullets fly
Legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh
I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh
I pull up and bust out a beam
So many people all around me yet I feel so alone
I'm a dead man walking
Zombie singing my song
You want that fuck you music?
Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest
You find us
Inside that broke down hoopty
People in front of my face but they really want to bust a hole in my back
I been on go for a minute but they really wanna move me off of my track
Yeah I got a bitch but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack
Underground Underdog
Hunnid' rack flexing
But still roam with the rats
Bullets fly
Legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh
I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh
I pull up and bust out a beam
Bullets fly
Legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh
I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh
I pull up and bust out a beam

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