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down6 - infinite chopper remastered lyrics

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oughta be grabbin’ the mic and rippin’ ’em up into shreds
son of a k!ller, i gamble the trigger, i’m leavin’ ’em leakin’ on grounds, red
incredibly toppin’ infinite, we choppin’ that rhythm i carry ahead of me
lurkin’ around in the swamp in the bottom and risin’ above with a cover of mud
pack+ packin’ the green and the bowl, light it up, it’s time to f+ckin’ stroll
from the graveyard to galaxies that are f+ckin’ unknown
slashin’ a rusty scythe within a fight, now they are hidin’ in home
l!ckin’ the blood off a knife and i got ’em possessed by the demon in soul
rip the f+ckin’ chain off of any artist who testin’ six
coursin’ through my veins is a ritual, and i need a fix
nail ‘еm like they’re christ whеn i’m pinnin’ ’em to the crucifix
now who is this? the ruins of tombs are openin’ up and sh+t
havin’ a panic attack, formin’ the raps, man, what the f+ck is that?
breakin’ the flow into shreds, i been on my game, you cannot live in the past
i feel like i’m ronin the way that i’m rippin’ ’em off, chargin’ a f+ckin’ grand?
f+ck around and get a one on one, i’m finna k!ll ’em, brother will not face demands
telekinetic psychic with a vision, worship my decisions
don’t listen if you missin’ the point of the mission given
restricting my trigger finger when f+ckers ruin with dissin’
my lips are superglued to the mic, the hollow tips ain’t missin’
load the glock up, then snort all the product
sip on vodka, we lock up in hot tubs
fine like saw dust, they all struck, like, nah, bruh
you don’t have to tell me whose all suck, you fall tough
split ’em all, get crucified, algebraic division
they leechin’ off what i spread, but i troll ’em with f+ckin’ dissin’
i pick up that brother, banish ’em, tarnishin’ all their writtens
i’m acin’ the rhythm given with goblins in your visions
i’m cautious with commissions, conditioned to the religion
of choppin’ it with precision, we locked in, brother, who’s missing?
what i be tuckin’ f+ckin’ is lethal, terminate people with the wesson
stop with the suckin’, underground sheeple, i’m cemented as a legend



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