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godemis - picturesque lyrics

[intro]
uhh!
d double e-v, f-ck you, b-tch
you know what

[verse 1: godemis]
i’m something like a black republican, money i got coming in
word to the soul and my body with no governin’
you too stupid to notice it boys wasn’t it
that’s why i’d rather kick it with the riches and form covenants
i put a hole in the skull of your corpse, cover it
i’m kylo with the dark of the force, double it
and what i’m teaching is leaking with no subbing it
i blind a father-f-cker and lead him to where the oven is
a cross-bearer who’s repping, the dorks f-ck with it
heat up the kitchen, i’m whipping up, blood’s bubblin’
i’m hitting all of ya pictures go towards doublin’
and i’m bout to come again, better duck if you’re coming in
i’m one of the ugliest motherf-ckers who won again
happen to lap ’em in slumber under the sun again
son of a gun who make stevie wonder go under win
they tryna sniff him out and he die and they keep it under wind

[hook: godemis]
you should’ve k!lled me then, stupid
you should’ve k!lled me then, dummy
you should’ve k!lled me then
bet you gon’ live to regret you didn’t k!ll me then
you should’ve k!lled me then, maggot
you should’ve k!lled me then, f-ggot
you should’ve k!lled me then
now you’re living to regret you didn’t k!ll me then

[verse 2: louiz rip]
i’m something like a black republican, money i got coming in
funny how the picked on kiddies become troubled men
then they turn to big tall n-ggas who all p-ssed off bitter
we lost our long necks in a kriss kross member
h-lla ignorant, hated for being different
memorized every letter in heath ledger’s death certificate
jealous i’m less significant
they keep telling me z’s better than rip
cause he’s selling the records and keeps making the hits
i’m taking my fist and making a grip
i’m ready to split the bet of your lip
i’m severing compet-tor sh-t
i bet i won’t let up until i get fed up of seeing you winner
f-ck what you said, i get better and better
a blunt to the head and i bet i won’t get up
i’m ducking the feds, i went to lunch with a friend
i swear it felt like a setup
that’s the sh-t that leaves ya papa worry
dear mama, your son is not returning
the problem is his body’s burning
i could’ve shot him but i’m not a murderer
so i just dropped him in a f-cking furnace

- godemis lyrics

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