dead cypher records, youngmindtrip & saturn’s lament - misanthropy lyrics
[intro]
tr+tr+tr+tr+trippy
[chorus: so serious & youngmindtrip]
imitators, dummy makers, pistol play, now poppin’ slugs
a troopa in a mask, standin’ tall, now whatchu’ gon do, cuz?
prayin’ for some blessins’, one more second can i give it to thee
so many n+ggas d+i+e up in my hood and in the street
imitators, dummy makers, pistol play, now poppin’ slugs (yeah, hahahahahahahah)
a troopa in a mask, standin’ tall, now whatchu’ gon do, cuz? (b+tch)
prayin’ for some blessins’, one more second can i give it to thee (yeah)
so many n+ggas d+i+e up in my hood and in the street (aye)
[verse 1: youngmindtrip]
every time i see ya face, yeah i just wanna k!ll
b+tch i do it for the thrill, you’ll get cracked just like the seal
popping all these f+ckin pills, b+tch you lookin like a meal
yeah your forehead feel the steel, no one cares bout how you feel, uh
yo+youngmindtrip don’t trip aboutta b+tch, yeah dead cypher b+tch, wе the murderous clique
youngmindtrip, all i do is drop hits, whеn i hit from the back, yeah i murder the cl+t
bend that b+tch over and give her some d+ck, pull out my d+ck and i’m taking a p+ss
on ya muf+ckin clique and i don’t give a sh+t what you think about me, never heard of ya sh+t
shawty sucking on my d+ck until that sh+t was empty
ever since i got inside, i’ve been living rent free
in her head, i’m in her bed, yeah that sh+t was messy
shawty wanna take my soul, i told her please don’t tempt me
[verse 2: saturn’s lament]
that’s the sh+t i like
all these faces start to mumble when i step into the light
they keep talking bout standards i need to obey and get shaped
d+mn i feel like i’m famous, i get rid of these f+cking snakes (aye, aye, aye)
pull the trigger, what the f+ck do you see?
just a silent motherf+cker completely breaking the scene
don’t feel pain, it sounds like crying, are you talking to me?
b+tch you’re asking for assistance, i’ll help you drown in the sea
i’m not the same when i look in the mirror, cause all what i look like is terror
i live in an era where cash is the only real matter and people show have it are better
my f+cking hatred, ima leave this mess when i disintegrated all you f+cking ants
always acting like you’re the f+cking pest, yeah there’s no redemption cause i’m always stressed
[chorus: so serious]
imitators, dummy makers, pistol play, now poppin’ slugs
a troopa in a mask, standin’ tall, now whatchu’ gon do, cuz?
prayin’ for some blessins’, one more second can i give it to thee
so many n+ggas d+i+e up in my hood and in the street
imitators, dummy makers, pistol play, now poppin’ slugs
a troopa in a mask, standin’ tall, now whatchu’ gon do, cuz?
prayin’ for some blessins’, one more second can i give it to thee
so many n+ggas d+i+e up in my hood and in the street
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