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afourteen – cock n ball torture version 1 lyrics

[chorus: lil darkie]
i might rip your face off your skull lil n+gga
it aint sh+t to get you f+cked up
if he actin like a female
so he bail not i
and if i see you in the street well go fade b+tch waddup
the sky closin up
f+ck you and f+ck everyone you love n+gga
you get stomped out by a whole crew
finna stomp you
take that n+gga
hit you in the face that n+gga
i just got a face tat n+gga
bet you cant evade that n+gga
now i gotta play that n+gga
why you gotta say that n+gga
i keep your family leave em in dirt
ill put your homie in front of my shirt
i keep on top of you cover you hurt

[verse 1: afourteen]
i got a temper to blow
i got a temper to blow
why you still hatin you fat and you broke
you tend to do this you aint doin the most
h+lla actin stupid when you talk for the bros
somebody go pass him some toast
im feelin the hate spewin outta my throat
theres not more to go do when im loosing control
hate radiate from my skull
pull the trigger
marchin around wit a pole
like militia
why you actin so crazy blow it out proportion
we dont give a f+ck about just what the wh0re did
check yourself
runnin round windows down finna reck yourself
im spittin hate off the dome
finna cut him some slack
he dont know who he barkin at
better learn to run fast when the dogs attack
f+ck a respirator give him heart attack
oh they fed him too much now he talkin out his ass
run it run it back
run it run it back
[verse 2: blckk]
i cause a problem and thats cause i wanna
shut the f+ck up ima shoot up nirvana
ye ye ye
i want blood on f+cking everything
ye ye ye ye
where the f+ck ya f+cking bodies been yeah
where the shots at? yeah
paint it all black
where the f+ck he ran now
he dead now
p+ssy where the f+ck the clips at
empty em out
p+ssy ima get my sh+t back
and buy crack
just to flip a f+cking whole pound
for more cash
yeah
i aint dead yet
but i could dream motherf+cker get the stage set yeah
you still aint paid yet
i guess you missed me p+ssy b+tch im on my way bet
i aint dead yet
but i could dream motherf+cker get the stage set yeah
you still aint paid yet
i guess you missed me p+ssy b+tch im on my way bet
[verse 3: afourteen]
i aint dead yet but i can breathe muf+cka get the same strap
inna green vest you better shoot right in+between just where my eyes at
you a funny fella
run down on me i turn you b+tches to the h+llen keller
yeah im so fed up
choppa rainin down bullets you need an umbrella
so indecisive
run on the f+cker better know imma fight him
think he big till i pounce on him
twenty bullets on me puttin rounds in him
hit that boy straight clean with the pound syndrome
thirty bodies on me go and drown wit em
i cant make this sh+t up
twenty clips and my bullets
they hollow have fun
man ill give you the time that it takes to go put on my mask to go run
when they see all the red in my eyes yeah they know its a massacre son
man i did what i had to go do to get done now
you gone sit you dont b+tch or you gone hear that gun sound
so he snitch he a b+tch like 6ix9ine he get f+cked now
on his sh+t he be like well to bad never heard that
put his t++th on the ground stomp him out cuase he dumb whack
everything that he tryin to do b+tch i done that

- afourteen lyrics

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