LYRIC
With the blood ways in the slug days
Plug readys, and now to the spector
Hobbs, nobody help is the spector
Never will ran
Cause I brotherhood, no hire
Cause I run ran run will a Christine of lire, x
It's the Karim Kaloga this black boy that's playing
[Karim] Now to the hell no pain to the slaying
You playing, to a live with a playing
You ever will a run of a over
You living, gravebodys, nobody, will ran, ever
Guidelines lines of horror based him
Finna bust to the leaving now for blood passed him
I'm possible – make will a you of a underground
Cause I living burial ground, we's he's of party pete
You of Dr. Zoidberg, you a live
Syobom of a grave was a fucking break
You a live of a dangerouz prize
You a live of a evil prevail
You a kill man
Child's kill
No more fill
Yo, a mission any, your gravespin
You a grave, you a dum like a bravespin
Actually, of a misson of a live
Nactually, you a missin of a live
The knife of a violent by grave chils of a back tomorrow,
And deep is the known my hell 'it my grave them
[Godfrey] And now
Hey, mirror,
The grave is a buried of the Jason
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