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baker & cursed - blasted lyrics

[baker]
break a b+tch, beat a hoe
make ’em kiss my shoe sole
lips be flappin’, hand be slappin’
going straight, sike your dumb
actin’ growns a no no
leave ya stankin’ in the river
john doe, jane doe, can’t identify the k!ller

grip the pistol, smoke a junt
silent night we on the hunt
masked up like it’s halloween, creepin’ out the cut
coward coward i devour lemon bustas talkin’ sour
deadly hour, foolish hour, can’t restrain my mystic powers
angels try to speak to me but evil thoughts consumin’ me
oh yeah said he prayed for me but words cannot defeat the beast
darkened streets the night’s a blur
vision strange from funky herb
brain is fried my words are slurred, k!ll ’em all is all i heard
hit the curb ducked out in the bushes, scope my prey
run up on ya 45 drop it off yo ass and pay
what i say to his ass don’t eva play with psychopaths
no love in my eyes b+tch i’m out here for yo stash

ridin’ in the park with a 9 to the dome
my cousin got the junt, kick me out gated homes
k!llas on the roam no remorse my conscious gone
intent is to bring you harm, in my eyes where the death is shown
b+tch we out here for the cheese, fear the fat kid on yo knees
m+th+f+cka screamin’ please shut your mouth before i squeeze
so full of greed so i take what’s your makes it mine
if you don’t keep quiet then i’ll put 2 in yo f+ckin’ eyes

ruthless is my ways, been like that since a early age
b+st+rd child, dying slum so i k!ll to release my rage
cradle to grave in a maze burnin’ depths await
meditatin’, dealin’, contemplate on who’s the next to pay
vengance on my mind satan goes into the south side
homie is ya down to ride? then come with me to the darkside
run and hide never subside them sixes on the rise
satan is my alibi now it’s time fo yo demise

[cursed]
hit the blunt wit it doe
boutta bust up through yo doe
drop yo body in the chamber ’till yo punk ass ain’t no mo
rolling to yo b+tch lay your corpse in an ally or a ditch
on the block talkin’ sh+t
got that ana with the 9 milimeters on the f+ckin’ clip i’m boutta rip a slug up through yo chest
who’s the best put a hole right through yo flesh
toke da buddha from tha west who’s the reaper creepin’ out cut
i’m boutta f+cking lace you up and leave you dead inside the muck

and i just never gave a motherf+ck about a busta n+gga from the block when you know this murder sh+t ain’t gon stop
for no lame, who gon play the murder game?
if i gotta pull the hammer back and put one to yo f+ckin’ brain
knock you off the frame
now you just anotha victim of a stang a murderer with no name, with no shame
if i gotta play the game all these m+th+f+ckas tryna put me in the [?] when they cain’t even touch me mane

if i gotta roll to the spot, put a hole to yo body let it rock
tie yo hoe into a knot
all that ana on yo chest, aiming fo da headshot
all about the f+ckin’ guap growing all my crops do it all for my pops
fo all the knowledge in my brain thinking i’m insane
switching on them lanes
neva bangin’ only sw+ngin’ on these fools creepin’ up the block
like a goon, i’m the shadow of the moon leavin’ bodies on the flo

in the crack of noon find me hanging in my room
now you knew i’m comin’ through with the strap
put a slug right through yo cap
take a nap
as i pull your f+ckin’ wig back
pop a cap when you know all these bustas tryna put you in the trap end yo life and that’s that
on the streets from the maker you gon meet
feel the fleet, feel the heat
from the anger through the beast askin’ for some tree
when the bass be knocking in yo whip on repeat

- baker cursed lyrics

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