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One, two, three It's not over 'til I shut this shit down Stutter when I talk, like my Glock, I spit rounds I don't mean to, like a doggo when excited Get ignited, intrusive thoughts I can't fight it Bitches mad 'cause they stagnant Got empty cabinets I play in sport mode, you below average Corpes walking, corpses walking Bitches super soaked like it's Corpse's talking Killed once before by my friends that's been deaded Every parsel tongue hydra die beheadеd Asterisk, next friendship My dеmons now be the only one's I'm friends with You fucking fence sits Grip on Texas, bullets cause X's Decapitate for a girl that casts hexes Reverse, revive I am undead to unalive Dust the moss off, pull the nine Cannibal to those who fall at my feet I will kill like a soldier 5.56 in the compact Holger Letras de canciones666 rituals ready What are you scared of some numbers? Grow the fuck up, pussy Corpes walking, corpses walking Bitches super soaked like it's Corpse's talking Killed once before by my friends that's been deaded Every parsel tongue hydra die beheaded Asterisk, next friendship My demons now be the only one's I'm friends with You fucking fence sits Fence sitting little cunts that cry when they caught Said you're not gay, but constant ride my cock The day that I die, only day that I stop Cursing the ops as I rot I am like Yoru with myself on constant I win and I die, my soul has been lost since Contracts with literal devils, they are here Watch what you say, everything they hear Everything they hear Everything they hear From Letras Mania