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john¥ tuna - whit t turnin' red lyrics

f+ck a snitch hoe like big smoke fat boy four twenty pounds of rat talk no joke
put a b+tch on soap for a soul calm .44 to his head and brains on the wall like paintball
go go kick a b+tch like football he fouls
put a sh+ll in fool dome don’t slow or he will do it to your folk
john¥ why are you so man i don’t understand you were so calm like a smoked out boy chillin’ on another planet
what are you angry about why do you want someone’s death
come on man do you wanna be tricked be fooled by the motherf+cker who just seems sweet seems good
it’s all about easy profit just to make some dirty money just to use someone’s powers and then gеt the f+ck away
voices in my brain telling mе to k!ll this f+cking rat
so i put his mug to the curb and then hit a back of his head
now the b+tch is dead feel like derek winyard
throw his body to a grave or a lake or his kin yard
don’t think i’m a psycho it’s jus motherf+cker’s fate be toe tagged
but i guess n0body will gave a cr+p to put his parts together into carcase
so he’ll turn to sh+t in six feet deep pit
not even a grave he’s too lame for a place in cemetery
multiply my ways to k!ll him with my bars it’s like a knife into a flesh of him
i’m kinda slowing up a time i don’t believe it but it is alright i’m feeling like speed demon
but i’m fine the beat is going words are flowing like a water torrent in a river b+tch
i am as fast as supersonic ass there’s no way to just stop me ’cause i be like flash or something
bring me chainsaw cut a head off
slim shady mode dome barely hangs on
feel none but the blood taste on my tounge
guts all on the floor pick up corpse’s firearm
white shirt turned red flesh on my hands
gotta get back mask off i am
constantly member of massacres d+mn
that’s why i can be called motherf+ckin’ vet
motherf+ckers switching for money it’s so funny kinda like a watching sloppy bummy walking off a lobby
and even if it doesn’t sound fine it sounds true like it is supposed to, cruely and violently
definitely reaching out the target being right but sometimes it’s gonna cost rat b+tch a lot after
all the things he’s done destiny will come with a nine millimeter gun and shot b+tch down, hoe

- john¥ tuna lyrics

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