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big melancholy & btd spectre - you will (not) pass lyrics

[verse 1: btd spectre]
back the f+ck up
aim at yo’ face, paint this place with yo’ brains
i’m not smoking yo’ blunt, only pass wit’ the meth everyday
i’m alone but not really
the reaper said “touch on my p+ssy, what’s up?” (what’s up)
this game for yo’ gun, leave you fat like yo’ b+tch
i’ll be d+mning her, choking her
f+cking it up while you lay in my trunk
it’s okay ’cause we’ll see what’s up
these gallows i craze, the rain on the day
the devils are lurking, just take me away
with thoughts in my head getting louder
i hate myself every way
disgusting, i thought i belong with some blood to be chased
this smoke got me faded, i break to nothing, just darkness
just follow my soul and spit dark on the stage
i’m f+cking disgraced, the f+ck out my face

[verse 2: big melancholy]
b+tch, i keep the stick on my side, don’t make me p+ssed off
heard he talking sh+t, on my life, i blow his wig off
mix him in my j, set ablaze like some chem dog
i’ve been up for days, in my ways i won’t change
i’ve been sinning everyday, f+ck
hey, and really it’s a shame
i ain’t f+cking wit’ these lames
c+ck it back and let it bang
he shouldn’t have said my f+cking name
ahhh
[bridge: big melancholy]
b+tch, i got demons inside and all over me
f+cking on yo’ b+tch then i go and hit my shoulder lean
choking on the d+ck, she can feel it in her ovaries
saying he my round, p+ssy, you don’t even know the street

[verse 3: big melancholy]
and really i don’t f+ck with bruh, i sucker punch you chumps
i’ma f+ck the function up, like “what’s a rush?”
i’ma kick you, punt you, slap you little f+cks
way they on my d+ck, i’m ’bout to bust a nut
i’m so fed up, head rush
beat ’em black and blue then i’m gone in the midnight
kick ’em with my boots then i stomp on his windpipe
shouldn’t have said my name
p+ssy, then you could’ve lived life
b+tch, i’ma k!ll opposition, he shouldn’t be living
i pop out with a scope on the bl!cky, it blowing him kisses
it shoot it from the hip, i got the drum
i don’t care if i’m missing
i guarantee i don’t pile it, 50 to life as i spin it
and lil’ b+tch, i’m sick

[outro: big melancholy]
b+tch, i’m over it like a baphomet
lil’ red headed b+tch like dandelion
i took a break but i’m back in it
that sh+t you had to be capping
i got the strap and i’m packing it
sacer it, pack in my lap while i’m laughing and [?]
bust at your hemorrhage, and my man tapping
and mac in my hat while i dump out the van and i’m vanishing
i’m sick like i got the flu

- big melancholy btd spectre lyrics

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