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baker - fuck da world mode lyrics

[eightball]
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
danger, anger, overload, explode
go into my ‘f-ck the world’ mode, ‘f-ck the world’ mode
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
danger, anger, overload, explode
go into my ‘f-ck the world’ mode, ‘f-ck the world’ mode

[baker]
baker osiris
from tum bt virus
f-ckin these bustas’ and touchin b-tches like midas
homicidals my mindset
don’t f-ck with the territory
demonic torture chambers my vision of purgatory
evil funk is the story a curse i put on to you
ancient, a cold, sacrifices, black magic, voodoo doo
who are you?
who am i?
amnesia? i have forgotten
all the sins i have committed
god forgives but not that often
i’m just a kid in the field with the scarecrow
alone smoking as i listen to the wind blow
i talk to myself cuz theres no one to talk to
i k!lled em all and had a good old fashioned bar-b-q and eat!
demons come up while you sleep
deep
into your dreams i creep
summoned like freddie, your choices are deadly, you’ll never be ready, found under the beast b-tch!
theres no remorse
get your gun and grab your torch
come into my dungeon and you’ll see omega has come forth
control the weak and make em do my evil deeds messin
got your mind cloudy doin everything i speak
no sleep for a week
voices telling you to feel
you live for the thrill and you’ll see how much fun it is to spill
blood i’m on the curb
smokin the devilish herb
got me feelin the urge
sacrificin people to gain power to control the earth
lucious numbs
preverb of the innocent malicious one
66 61 i do this devil sh-t for fun

[eightball]
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
blast him, bucked him, let him eat the hollow tips
sn-tch him like a b-tch and then beat him with the pistol grip
danger, anger, overload, explode
go into my ‘f-ck the world’ mode, ‘f-ck the world’ mode

- baker lyrics

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