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9loc - #trapstarvillain lyrics

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(9loc verse 1-)

f-ck what u saying
i’m burning filleting
these bodies all off in my cave aye

sick in the head
b-tch i rather be dead
k!llin em all then i murder for days aye

born in the grave
live in the grey

stay in the shade
and i hide from the day

only come out
in the moonlight

blacken the sun
king of gloom i’m

straight from the legion of doom
right

it’s hard to conceive
this demon won’t leave

it feeds on my soul
like a parasite

raise me like lazarus
king of the demons
the prince of the 9th realm

grown in the darkness
i fell with the fallen
n’ i’m takin my throne now

pouring the gas
as im lighting the match
i can hear them all screamin

i left her all bl–dy
she’s cold & she’s dead
& she’s covered in s-m-n

outside ur window
eyes glow in the dark
and i’m watching u sleepin

the blades in my hand
now i’m son of sam
and i told u no speakin

crept thru night
revealed my f-ckin fangs
then sunk my t–th in

ur wife’s stuck like a pig
now look what i did
drained her over the weekend

burn em in acid
the demons are talkin
can u hear what they said
(hear what they said)

sick in the brain
and i only feel pain
and i’d rather be dead
(i rather be dead)

i’m slicin my veins up
the white padded room
is now covered in red
(now covered in red)

if u got a problem boy
step the f-ck
& i’ll fill u with lead

(lil $ith verse 2-)
aye
pistol make that sound (bang)
clique stay smokin loud (dank)
blade straight surf yo crowd (swing)
noose on when i frown (gang)

my gang full of rockstars
p-ssy boy you not hard
i might crash a cop car
p-ss out in yo b-tch yard
aye
ima demon i might k!ll em for no reason
i don’t be up in my head
got three hoes like tis the season
chop the body up like dexter
f-ck her then don’t text her
b-tch my wrist on flex mode
got yo hoe no dress code

i ain’t got no manners
b-tch i’ll hit you with banana clips
i don’t f-ckin stammer
bob the builder pull that hammer quick
popped a xan i’m stammerin
p-ssy boy you ramblin
ima shoot ya nana then
i red dot you and ya kids

- 9loc lyrics

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