cursed - i.e.d lyrics
i’m boutta f+ckin explode
grab a mag and reload
comin hot
boutta drop
from a m+th+f+ckin drone
one call from a phone
lock em down in tha zone
red wire, blue wire
turn to a headstone
goin out like you know
it’s dat doomshop flow
go and hit tha f+ckin door
now tha spot botta blow
make a call
gotta chill on tha mothaf+ckin low
10 toes
neva fold
make it rain
make it snow
gang sold, neva told
got ma head feelin bold
witta 9mm
wit this sh+t neva cold
backday, catch a soul
will quick scope a foe
buring fire in a hole
30 seconds gotta go
felt tha pain long ago
best believe i pack a punch
ain’t no just fo f+ckin show
like the flow i go berserk
name cursed
it’s tha birth name
deep inside tha dirt
put em on a f+ckin shirt
sixset
don’t get murked
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