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(Fuck the law)
As I maneuver through the streets
A policeman and then they seize bodies of those who disagree
(Like, fuck them all)
I pray the soldiers get release
The price of grief wasn't cheap
Hoped you kept to your receipts
Where there's beef
On the side of the feast, I'm a beast
Said it's me now, hold your peace Don't hold your breath
Load your piece
And then squeeze
Then release
(Hail Mary)
Rest in peace
No relief
And that's why
The fucking martian to the fucking [?], nigga
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't let me out
Finger on the trigger Pour the shot down
Now there's one less nigga
Ho-ho-ho
(Fuck the world)
Including everybody in this bitch
I off 'em with my fingertips
Force apart his ligaments
Be sure to wipe your fingerprints
Restore back to your innocence
And reminiscing ever since you feel the sentencing before the sentence ended
I'm in the slums my nigga
Not just for [?]
I'm in the field my nigga
This shit for practice
This shit is trill my nigga
Gonna be killed my nigga
Bouncers killing [?] the suspension
Man, this shit's suspicious
Consequences never in this
Furries fucking dicks and dirty politicians
Dirty money
[?]
Mind yo business
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't let me out
As I maneuver through the streets
A policeman and then they seize bodies of those who disagree
(Like, fuck them all)
I pray the soldiers get release
The price of grief wasn't cheap
Hoped you kept to your receipts
Where there's beef
On the side of the feast, I'm a beast
Said it's me now, hold your peace Don't hold your breath
Load your piece
And then squeeze
Then release
(Hail Mary)
Rest in peace
No relief
And that's why
The fucking martian to the fucking [?], nigga
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't let me out
Finger on the trigger Pour the shot down
Now there's one less nigga
Ho-ho-ho
(Fuck the world)
Including everybody in this bitch
I off 'em with my fingertips
Force apart his ligaments
Be sure to wipe your fingerprints
Restore back to your innocence
And reminiscing ever since you feel the sentencing before the sentence ended
I'm in the slums my nigga
Not just for [?]
I'm in the field my nigga
This shit for practice
This shit is trill my nigga
Gonna be killed my nigga
Bouncers killing [?] the suspension
Man, this shit's suspicious
Consequences never in this
Furries fucking dicks and dirty politicians
Dirty money
[?]
Mind yo business
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't–
Well my devil won't let me out
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