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Дата выпуска: 19.04.2018
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Язык песни: Английский
Don't Kill Me |
Dear Lord. I hope you’re listening. Please forgive these wack ass niggas\nFor they know not what they do. Amen\nYeah, yeah\nUh huh\nI sniff Ajax\nDrink Clorox\nSpit fresh through every breath till a lung pop\nChiggy check tiggy tec till your neck, POP\nMy style the hardest shit since the black box\nYou hearin' a smidgen, a glimpse of my vision\nA tiny description of words to them scribbles\nSo dope I ain’t writtin' rhymes I’m writin' prescriptions\nA dose of some written\nVacodin, Prozac\nThrow in some codeine for sippin'\nI’m causin' a vision like modern religion\nSee, I hold the key, I’m the major revision\nMakin' it hard for wack rappers to make a livin'\nY’all better learn how to spit\nYour own style you got to get\nLeave some for the groupie bitches\nStop ridin' all the dick\nThe only thing I ever bit nigga was my bottom lip\nRead between my lines I got a Code like DaVinci\nBut oh yeah, you can’t read, here it says, «Fuck you bitches»\nY’all niggas better get down on your knees\nAnd start sayin', «Jesus, God, oh please\nDon’t let Bishop kill me.»\nI’m not gonna kill you I’m gonna heal you\nIt’s the devil got you sayin' all this wack shit they playin'\nY’all niggas better get down on your knees\nAnd start sayin', «Jesus, God, oh please\nDon’t let Bishop kill me.»\nI’m not gonna kill you I’m gonna heal you\nTill I’m leavin', not breathin', I’ll destroy these demons\nThe flow like slit wrists\nThe Cardinal don’t spit like this\nI call it suicide cause that’s what you’ll commit\nTryin' to spit slick wit but that wit can not be matched with\nCan never ever be hot\nYou’re a wet matchstick\nE’ry day I get green like it’s always St. Patricks\nImmaculate Conception, my style is a bastard\nConfess the truth in the booth so much I should have been Catholic\nI was born to be fly, nigga my nickname is Maggot\nAnnihilate 'em, fatal, send 'em back to who create 'em\nGodness in your face, nigga don’t keep Him waitin'\nThere’s a star in your circle when I cipher, call me Pagan\nWhen my pen leaks ink, leaves the Mark of the Beast like Ronald Wilson Regan\nWhen I’m speakin', I’m preachin' that’s why they call me Bishop\nLike it’s motherfuckin' Juice, walk around with a pimp cup\nY’all already bust one, then I’m the second coming/cumming waitin'\nOops, I’m on my own dick again, let me quit masturbatin'\nYou ignoramuses cease all your fussin'\nYappin' 'bout who’s the hottest, that’s a monotonous discussion\nIf you don’t say me\nBitch, you on somethin'\nIf I get any hotter I’ll die from spontaneous human combustion\nSo I got a fire extinguisher in the booth when I’m bustin'\nThe shit that I’m reciting is like grease is lighting\nA 747 to mistletoe\nStill don’t get what I said?\nIn Lamen’s terms, bitch it’s over your head\nI can do anythang, I’mma go out with a bang\nI got one shot so put my mind to it like Kurt Cobain *gun shot*\nI don’t beat box\nNigga, I kickbox\nMy punchlines are fly, I’m practicin' Muay Tai\nI’m Ong-Bak\nKick you through your window of your Maybachs\nUgly ass Cross Colors, I was rappin' way back\nI’m gonna leave you with a jewel about true as the scripture\nLike the Last Supper there’s always two or three pussies in the picture\nActually, technically speaking, he’s not really a murderer. He never killed\nanyone\nHe finds ways for his victims to kill themselves |