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hxrizxn - sacrifices lyrics

[intro: dj glock]
creepin’ through the darkness, hearin’ b+tches screamin’ [?]
’cause f+ckin’ with the c.o.c. is bad for your f+ckin’ health

[verse 1: dj glock]
[?], live by your rep, loced out b+tches ’bout to meet they death
blood spilled in the night, but i will break it to [?]
fill your hearts up full of fry, we makin’ busters lay you down
murderer after midnight, bring that anna’ to the south, my guy

[verse 2: lil chase]
catchin’ your body into a wire, slang it to the ground like my brother’s michael myers
’til the day has finally come, so wicked, [?] of a redrum
little craze is in a daze [?] your soul, and bye, my nig
boy, the comeback just begun, [?]
sh+t that i brought to the town, then when i worked for a bond
crucifix, robbin’ [?], k!ll a n+gga ’cause of his grandson
but i found out, i was already dead, the day that i caused [?] in my head
[?]
so please, god, forgive me for all of my sins

[instrumental break]

[verse 3: dj glock]
the police can’t catch me, so i commit robberies
i’m leavin’ bodies throwed in a ditch or hangin’ from a tree
my magazine is loaded, and i’m willin’ to empty the clip
sendin’ busters on the edge of my trip and lettin’ ’em meet these f+ckin’ hollowtips
leavin’ your body cold, as i sacrifice your f+ckin’ soul
[interlude: ?]
sacrifices, sacrifices, sacrifices, sacrifices

[bridge: lil chase]
throw up a sign at my n+gga dj glock, [?] on top [?]
look at your eyes, a [?] appears, so sacrifice your soul, my dear

[verse 4: playa john]
now pay attention to the players, pimpin’, i’m about to speak
lil’ pain, lil’ bay, lil’ john, lil’ tron, playa john down with d.o.c
grab my backpack, get my gat, b+tch, in lexus smoke a fat sack
k!llers from the south, gorilla bumpin’, something like that
get in my pimpin’, these hollow+tips creep in your flesh and i’m leavin’ you f+cked up
careful [?] lettin’ you hitters know what’s up

[outro: dj glock]
creepin’ through the darkness, hearin’ b+tches screamin’ [?]
’cause f+ckin’ with the c.o.c. is bad for your f+ckin’ health
[?], live by your rep, loced out b+tches ’bout to meet they death
blood spilled in the night, but i will break it to [?]
fill your hearts up full of fry, we makin’ busters lay you down
murderer after midnight, bring that anna’ to the south, my guy

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