cursed - postal lyrics
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flip up the rage
whip up a page
load up the mag
pull up with a gauge
don’t give a f+ck, spaz out, shoot clean
a+10 motherf+cker
spray down, bring pain
going insane, one to the brain
bringing all the rain
hot bomb full of flame
homicide, no remains
never run from a fade
to a blade
get slain
cursed gonna bring the pain
never miss off a whip tho
never hear me when i creep on my tiptoe
better call it a mag not a clip, hoe
’bout to pull up and f+cking k!ll hoes
knock motherf+ckers out like i’m [?]
out the kut in this b+tch, you could die slow
30 seconds on the bomb, it’s gonna blow
doomshop, motherf+cker, you better know
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