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Ugh, black blood, dripping out your muthafuckin black lungs There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow Now while your fans so stupid that you talk this slow So they can understand what the hell you're sayin If that's the case then answer me one question How's it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons? I'm a rapper and I don't really like rap So I'ma leave the show and probably go get a night cap And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree But listening to this egregious bitch MC is sickening I tell 'em die slow Cut me I'll bleed all over the paper for my passage I'll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness There's a disease that's creepin under my skin Now every alcoholic in the city's prolly gettin kinda drunk of London dry gin So my friends, is this the cycle's And I like to pretend, that it gets washed away Letras de cancionesOr it'll say good bye with the wind It's not cliche I really fiend for something lively again Cuz the Texas soil and the blood of Christ in the blend There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow Do you wanna dance with the devil or me Incredi-bally both of us share the same face Pain-stakingly different hit 'em with another rhythm Or give 'em a pitiful point of view And a puncture right through the heart-shaped box I'll parlay on top and I fall and it's heavy on the top I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop Get so psycho, float and it twist me slow But I don't need a damn crew with me though Cause I'ma rattle everybody for the embryos And I'ma battle in a pill til it gets me home So with gusto, so I stay til the blood oath Fuck no not the answer, not the banter, man I'm damn sure Die Slow Don't give a fuck about the record deal advances My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches, Die slow There's a disease that's creepin under my skin Now every alcoholic in the city prolly gettin kinda drunk off London dry gin So my friends, I'm tryna comprehend (????) to often blend that knock my off the hinge and blow my poison through a hot syringe On a lineity beat it's like I'm thunder and rain The instrumental is my wonderful pain and I won't fucking explain There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow (Thanks to Daniel Charloe for these lyrics) From Letras Mania