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Get Mɸney, Praise $atan
02:19
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It's That Black Mass Suicide, All My Friends Are Dead Inside,
Cemetery Trappin' Live, In The Night Like All The Time,
Get Money, Praise Satan,
Young & Hopeless, Yet We Made It,
So Fucking Jaded
It's That Black Mass Suicide, All My Friends Are Dead Inside,
Cemetery Trappin' Live, In The Night Like All The Time,
Get Money, Praise Satan,
Young & Hopeless, Yet We Made It,
So Fucking Jaded
So Fucking Jaded...
(...Satan, Satan, Satan,
Our Lord And Master.
I Acknowledge Thee As My God And Prince.
I Promise To Serve And Obey Thee As Long As I Shall Live...)
It's That Black Mass Suicide, All My Friends Are Dead Inside,
Cemetery Trappin' Live, In The Night Like All The Time,
Get Money, Praise Satan,
Young & Hopeless, Yet We Made It,
So Fucking Jaded
It's That Black Mass Suicide, All My Friends Are Dead Inside,
Cemetery Trappin' Live, In The Night Like All The Time,
Get Money, Praise Satan,
Young & Hopeless, Yet We Made It,
So Fucking Jaded
So Fucking Jaded
So Fucking Jaded...
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Thought i was a fuckin newb
the truth's im ded
i'll kill u too
shuttin these bitches im killin these hoes
life is a tragedy thats how it goes
see all these mofos they trynna get respect
by lickin dem assholes i see em just get wrecked
trynna look cool n they get off the hype
low self-esteem is just what they all hide
sneak dissin on keyboards feel like they diss-lords
"man she's a cute gurl,bet she wont have a knife"
thought id be heavenly,bitch im your enemy
cut off your artery,do it hysterically
no talent bitch im just psycho apparently
drown in obscurity,i'll cut u pleasantly
chop off your balls i'll feed em to my dog
no fuckin witchu im done with your words
no time for regrets becus thats what one gets when they messin with me
and backstabbing "friends"
fuck my respect i'll just give my condolences
dont want no snitches that lead to disturbances
dont need no friends i'll just hang with my guns
and i'll give u a grin while im fixin my buns
as i look at you lustfully
come here and play with me
welcome to hell,dont worry you'll stay for free
promised you'd be a friend close to me,helping me
liars get dragged,we'll just punish u delicately
thought i was a fuckin newb
the truths im ded
i'll kill u too
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And boy I'm sipping tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up, you buttercup
Purrp in that blunt, smoking suicide bloody blunts
Pussy boy you talking shit for Twitter, it ain't adding up
How these pussy niggas moving day to day, I had enough
Post with that fucking blade, bitch, I'll steal your face
Dick on that fucking gun, I love it when they run
Fuck all that talking shit, do that shit for fun
Fuck 'round with these niggas, aye
Stab a body, fuck do you mean?
Comes with that Glock and that beam
Put that shit right in yo' spleen, aye
Run through yo hood, aye
Fuck nigga whats really good, aye
My niggas wish that you would, aye, aye
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo... aye, aye
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up?
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Blvck Gɸats HymИ
02:06
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The Logic Is A Blade Or A Shot To Your Esophagus (Esophagus)
Remove You From The Earth You Get Hurt For Popping Shit (Popping Shit)
Spit And Piss In Their Faces, I Got Clips In The Basement
Spit And Piss In Their Faces, I Got Clips In The Basement
And If That's The Case Ima Bash Your Face
And If That's The Case Ima Bash Your Face
Finna Become A Basket Case, I Blast For Days
Burn Down Your House That's The Way I Get Down...
The Logic Is A Blade Or A Shot To Your Esophagus (Esophagus)
Remove You From The Earth You Get Hurt For Popping Shit (Popping Shit)
Spit And Piss In Their Faces, I Got Clips In The Basement
Spit And Piss In Their Faces, I Got Clips In The Basement
And If That's The Case Ima Bash Your Face
And If That's The Case Ima Bash Your Face
Finna Become A Basket Case, I Blast For Days
Burn Down Your House That's The Way I Get Down...
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The Gospel Of BRiDA...
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Lost (Life's A Bitch)
02:19
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Life's a Bitch and then you Die
That's why we get High
Cause you Never know when you're Gonna Go...
Cause you Never know when you're Gonna Go...
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I am light as a feather, I get high like stormy weather
I love the clouds the clouds love me i say whatever
I just love you forever ever, for ever ever?
ever ever i'm Winona in Heathers I barely keep it together
Yeh i'm an outcast found out damn fast
Night traumas rock my damn world eyes downcast
But I will, never ever sever heaven from my mind
Nine lives I spend em with my life line in time
I will give up being tied to this earthly body
Sorry if I worry u with my mental dichotomy
I'm horribly split shift stuck in gear shift I don't wanna be
Looping thoughts but in this state well I gotta be
Careful, a lotta me wanna see me get better
And I better, because I can't stay like this forever
The world I can't stomach it so i'm numbing it out
I just take a little cocktail to swallow the doubt
And without these drugs I don't know what its about
And I got a funny feeling I don't wanna find out
But klonopin i'm off of them n two days later on again
And one of them ain't quite enough so I guess that ill be nodding when
I pop a few and top it off with methadone n honestly
If truth be told my sober mind just feels so fucking wrong to me
They're onto me, they call me sick, and that's not even half of it
Cos if u could hear my inner monologue u wouldn't laugh and
Its darkness, and I peel back the layers
And veils of reality and all it entails
So just follow the trails, that i'm leading to my brain
Come bring me a little pick me up and make me whole again
And we'll fly, yes yes we'll fly oh my
At this height i'm getting vertigo n I call it my life
I call it magic, and u might just too if you'd try
Yes i'm light as a feather, cos i'm high as a kite
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How many times are we gonna repeat this lie?
Get the story straight, we only doing this tonight aight
Sending secret twitter dms telling me your moms gone
and your girlfriend ain't coming home tonight, right
but I wanted them to watch when I blow your brains out
No, no - it's just a blow job, trust me
Let them see that loli space fuck can get down
arouse them so much, Lexi gonna get crowned
He had plans to kill me, and I was aggressive
Baby, a little begging's required
and a little blood letting boo, inspired by
some few things that i picked up in catholic school
where we shoved our crosses up our pussy and get high.
So just leave your doors open, i'll go creep on your bed
tie you up and ride you down while we listen to the bled.
Then I'll cut you up, leave spells on your chest
Instagram your pictures hashtag Lexi best sex.
He had plans to kill me, and I was aggressive
Rap game Ian Watkins imma fuck you, baby
I'll skype your bitch while you fucking eat me out, baby.
The illest witch in the motherfucking game.
This is foreplay, now gimme some motherfucking brain.
Adderall dreams and adderall schemes
best hold my attention or I'll cut your fucking spline
which Imma do fucking anyway
cuz the only good guy is a dead guy, bae.
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Black Magick Ritualz
03:01
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My Black Magic Creates Tragic Fates Like Back Fractures Upon Magistrates
That Disagreed With What Necro Advocates
If You Know Thugs For 4 G's You Could Be Coked Up
Involved In Orgies On Top Of Pentagrams Soaked In Goats Blood
Soaked In Goats Blood
Soaked In Goats Blood...
My Black Magic Creates Tragic Fates Like Back Fractures Upon Magistrates
That Disagreed With What Necro Advocates
If You Know Thugs For 4 G's You Could Be Coked Up
Involved In Orgies On Top Of Pentagrams Soaked In Goats Blood
Soaked In Goats Blood
Soaked In Goats Blood...
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Time to shine, angelica grind every single time. Bitches think they know me cuz they heard my tracks and like my style. Fuck your open mind, I don't care about your rhymes . I don't care about your music I just fucking ride. CPR connection. Heart attack, Flexing. Quality 240, don't give a fuck, step to me. Riding in a yellow Rarri. This is my safari. Welcome to my tragic life, see me popping molly.
Drinking from a bottle on the street, thought I smelled vodka. I live in the cemetery. Were people don't give a fuck about loyalty. Were people don't give a fuck about humanity. Yeah. Hoodie on, braids back, sing along fuck rap. 666 connect to me I don't talk back. Read me like a open fucking book, I tell you cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks. Bitch.
Time to shine, angelica grind every single time. Bitches think they know me cuz they heard my tracks and like my style. Fuck your open mind, I don't care about your rhymes . I don't care about your music I just fucking ride. CPR connection. Heart attack, Flexing. Quality 240, don't give a fuck, step to me. Riding in a yellow Rarri. This is my safari. Welcome to my tragic life, see me popping molly.
See me popping molly, Just see me popping molly.
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3xit3y3z Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Philadelphia, PA. Witch House.
Members:
Mark Johnson
Kevin Johnson
Side Project:
seatanicemoceans.bandcamp.com
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