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daniel monroe – fazed lyrics

fazed lyrics
[verse]
before we begin, let my enemies pray for the lord when they need him
in this pandemonium, i’ll fold their asses up like an accordion
hop in delorean, hunting them down like the mandalorian
going on world tours, spitting plutonium bars only to destroy ’em
these triple a battery built b+tches can’t screw with me
’cause the c+cksuckers love to lose their heads so loosely
the scrutiny of their downfall is news to me
so warn prutiny that he’ll rеgret that decision intuitively
good or bad mеmories tend to reflect and more to cherish
enjoy it while it lasts because humans are born to perish
if the threats cause me to strike a chord to skirmish
i’d say you’re p+ssing in the wind like the uproar in paris
open minded and blessed upon for their hearts to unlock
i had to spit ten bars in order to take a bus stop
smash people’s face in with an adjustable b+tt stock
one got so stubborn after telling lebron to f+ck off
i had to choke this man out with grocery bags
do i have to try barbequing a piece of you for a whole day?
the high sky in smoke clouds, charcoal gray
by the time you get to the hospital, you’ll be doa
then send you to a place where the gps couldn’t locate
a glorious choir while ascending into god’s golden gates
or descending into the underground to the home of hades
with flames burning from an element called soul+fate
after smoking weed and sniffing cocaine
your life expectancy cuts you off from old age
over a hundred death certificates to prorate
i rather play 45 minutes of croquet
you’re one game away from being traded last
independent gamers would go get whatever macy’s had
split the faction in two and release the haste he has
ray k got an ak to jaci hay’s head
there’s some people out there that would love to play his hat
put a tazing gat on his faze tat
little kid, little snitch, in a fake clan
i would eat you for breakfast but cornflakes are bad
do you take me as a fool in this twisted game?
my intentions don’t make me a sinner or a saint
your bars doesn’t shake me nor does it amaze me
you can call me crazy, but in the end, it don’t faze me

- daniel monroe lyrics

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