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alf the explicit - second coming / undead lyrics

[part i: second coming]

[verse 1] (young rebillionaire)
i’m cracked like an old nike shoe
sky high every night, a nightly zeus
take your girl? yeah, i’m likely to
10k on a chain and it’s shiny, new
lv on me it’s designer, ooh
she wanna f+ck? told her get in the queue
top floor wait till she see the view
i never lose
yeah my flow is mysterious
lyrical g+nius
english book ’cause i’ll boost your intelligence
1 shroom but she already delirious
no cap rap this my experiеnce
dancing with alf i’m the devil
rеbillionaire i’m on a new level
i sit in my throne while they stay back and revel
text on my phone, 50 b+tches feel special
black bandanas, black disciples
47+ak that’s my rifle
had her saying “oh my god”, read your bible
on her knees, worshipping me like an idol
sorry, did i upset you?
money go up like moth+f+ckin’ petrol
just popped 4 hydros u can call me tetrol
make a f+cker nervous, he got a lil sweat roll
switch it to ate
smokin’ this weed i feel great
letting go all of my hate
copped a bugatti now i feel like i’m tate
808’s
smoking with alfie while we create
elle suce ma bite, go and translate
i’m intergalatic, you’re interstate
money go up outta rate
my d+ck like bait
i know what i said
[part ii: undead]

[chorus] (alf the explicit)
speakin’ that sh+t from my mind
i don’t know what imma find
like signing a card when i’m blind
then i just write it behind
like a jukebox i wind or a skull cross the grind
loss of material
eat up that cereal
eat up them cheerios
catch it bacterial
my grief is funereal
march it imperial
oreo k!ller, i’m serial

[verse 2] (alf the explicit)
talkin’ to me i know i’m not best
i’m like a zombie so f+cking undead
think i am making the money?, i’m making no bread
all i see across these walls are red
i don’t even know what i said
so grab ted and hide under the bed
i’m going insane, i know it, i know it
i know it, i know it
i know what i said
i know what i said
know what i said
[chorus] (alf the explicit)
speakin’ that sh+t from my mind
i don’t know what imma find
like signing a card when i’m blind
then i just write it behind
like a jukebox i wind or a skull cross the grind
loss of material
eat up that cereal
eat up them cheerios
catch it bacterial
my grief is funereal
march it imperial
oreo k!ller, i’m serial

- alf the explicit lyrics

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