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cli:mor - death note lyrics

sorry, i haven’t really, you know, f-ck it

[cli:mor] verse 1:

last week my f-cking back was achin’
i couldn’t control my hands, while i was m-st-rbatin’
i hate life cause the cause of death is agin’
(what the f-ck) can barely skate anymore cause last week i kept bailin’
couldn’t land a godd-mn shove it, so i broke my deck
and then was the cause of fatal injury, a broken neck
partied all last week, and left the house a wreck
came way from down in the islands, and then way up in quebec
they f-ckin dissin odd future, where’s the f-cking respect
tyler ain’t do sh-t to yall, so there’s no reason to hate
i can’t stand the f-cking rumors saying okonma is g-y
keep talking that sh-t, then i’ll have my hand in you’re airway
by the way, you’re life will be in my hands, no literately
proof would be that i have all the kids dead, the ones that partied with me
(seriously kid, what’s you’re problem) nothing b-tch, my mind is playin’ games cause i’m a freak
last night i was drunk, and couldn’t remember who i partied with
i guarantee you i’ll be dead by tomorrow, i need a blogger to be my tinsmith

[bridge]

(man i wish i could help) f-ck you
(i’m sorry, can i do you a favor?) sure…let’s play a game russian roulette and see who wins
(uh, don’t you think that’s kind of cruel) stop being a b-tch
i swear i hate -sswholes like you
(am i bothering you in some kind of way)no just leave me the f-ck alone, okay?

[cli:mor] verse 2:

my hand has my f-cking d-ck in a headlock
jerking the godd-mn life out of it, call it dead c-ck
locked some children in the shed, and threw away the key to the padlock
bashin brains, and now my new collection is a f-ckin’ headstock
i’m a amaranth, fu-fu-f-cking pigweeds
rappers these days are bullsh-t, rapping bout’ sh-t that we don’t need
i’m an odd, son of a b-tch, one who doesn’t give a sh-t
(why is that?) man stay out of this, you f-ckin’ f-g
……now i’ve lost my train of thought, give all thinks to his f-ggot

(clim, what’s you’re problem?) go away you -sswhole
who sent you here? you can be the devil for all i care
i just won’t wait to see you’re death come

[gunshots x2]

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