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.33 delirium - barracuda.wav lyrics

[intro: do not resurrect]
big beam, red saber, rib piece, chest caver
i done came up with the muzzle, grip, squeeze, neck+breaking
from the bottom of the casket, mollywop a b+st+rd
cl!ckin’, get to bussin’, imma rush in, what a tactic

[chorus: do not resurrect]
big beam, red saber, rib piece, chest caver
i done came up with the muzzle, grip, squeeze, neck+breaking
from the bottom of the casket, mollywop a b+st+rd
cl!ckin’, get to bussin’, imma rush in, what a tactic

[verse 1: delirium]
i flip over the mattress, my automatic is stashed in
i go fully metal jacket, i’m fully letting them have it
watch me droppin’ h+lla damage, i know that they cannot manage
b+tch they rancid and ratchet, i put 100 in the casket
how i move like barracuda, i’m removin’ yo’ medulla
see my pockets gettin’ cooler, and i necesito mula
b+blowin’ out buddah, i identify the shoota’
and triangulate, bermuda
grab the stick and introduce ya’

[verse 2: delirium]
imma put him in the dirt just for takin’ another step
imma cop balenciaga for steppin’ up on they necks
tryna tell them “get f+cked,” go blow up and get a cheque
keep that heater by my side with a mask like i’m judge dredd
when i locate your position, put a hole right in your chest
staring down the opposition, i’m hoping to see ’em dead
they puttin’ me to the test, i’m try’ test out the vest
and the choppa’ shake his block like a tyrannosaurus rex
[verse 3: delirium]
and i’m never high enough, all the opps is high above
ice water in my cup, i smoke a russian, not a dutch
get low, bodies droppin’ look like eeny+meeny+moe
shinigami with the pole, i’m tryna take that p+ssy soul
b+tch i feel like master po, my eyes whiter than the snow
‘less i’m smokin’ on that dro, my eyes red like navajo
leave you spinnin’, vertigo, leave you needing medico
high above like ufo, smokin’ purple indigo

[verse 4: delirium]
and i’m always tryna go, new bandana on the pole
lettin’ everybody know, i’m sittin’ scoped on they throats
i just focus, chillin’ with the bl!cky in the city
feeling hopeless, she a 10/10, when i hit
magnum opus, hit the gas until my chest bone break
when i’m mad i leave a p+ssy with his skull concaved
when i’m sprayin’ with the mop, i let it go both ways
imma hit him then expose him cause his back bone fake
pop his top like a bottle, he get dropped, hi+tec
all my opps r.i.p. cause i aim for they neck
leave a body in a wreck every time i see red
b+tch, two things i hate, d+ck+riding and the feds

[chorus: do not resurrect]
ay, big beam, red saber, rib piece, chest caver
i done came up with the muzzle, grip, squeeze, neck+breaking
from the bottom of the casket, mollywop a b+st+rd
cl!ckin’, get to bussin’, imma rush in, what a tactic
big beam, red saber, rib piece, chest caver
i done came up with the muzzle, grip, squeeze, neck+breaking
from the bottom of the casket, mollywop a b+st+rd
cl!ckin’, get to bussin’, imma rush in, what a tactic (ay)

- 33 delirium lyrics

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