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keze - dying breed lyrics

[intro: keze]
switch on the lights, such a sight to see (switch on the lights, such a sight to see)
wearing all white, clothes are all bl++dy (wearing all white, clothes are all bl++dy)
i don’t give a f+ck, i’m a dying breed (i don’t give a f+ck, i’m a dying breed)
right before you perish, all you see is me

[verse 1: keze]
uh, praise be to the highest
motherf+cka’s claiming that they always the highest
that’s me, you lookin’ at h+ll’s finest
drag you away, i’m no motherf+ckin’ angel
they took my brain out my skull just to check it out
one half molded up, one half blacked out
wearin’ all white, but i got a black soul
devour all your organs, dissin’ makes me full, b+tch
yeah, slit the throat, drain the blood
all these rappers dead, feed on them for lunch
yellowjackets style, i seem to have a hunch
all of you f+ckers rounded up in a bunch
first we got the whiney ass all up on instagram
sharing all these reels about how he’s the f+ckin’ man
how women of today don’t seem to understand
if x was your hero, then i got some bad news
uh, moving onto another, here’s rapper number 2
don’t know nothin’ about me, but i know you
i know about all those parties you attended years ago
flirtin’ with the girls when they 16 years old
sh+t, man, are you that f+ckin’ desperate?
i thought being a rapper was a guaranteed success
especially in our area, don’t you think so?
you so focused on the city, don’t forget the window
maybe think about dating someone your age
and while you do that, please get the f+ck off stage
there’s other issues to think about
being king of the city is like a f+cking drought
you will fade from memory in like 5 f+ckin’ years
meanwhile, i’mma be laughin’ with all your peers, uh
rapper number 3, you got me real f+ckin’ p+ssed
how many shots can you take before you say you missed?
put your ass to bed, you will not be missed
lay your ass down, i do not give a sh+t
you and your godd+mn rhymes are f+cking worthless
you are a disgrace to my f+ckin’ unborn kids (now listen up)
when i have a family of my own, i’mma make a holiday
coming to the cemetery and p+ssin’ on your grave
i have no respect for you and with that info
i’mma toss your bloodied up head out the window
take the rest of the body, cut that f+cking sh+t up
bag the rest of the parts in my car and get the f+ck
that’s what you get, taking keze’s name
drag it through the mud, ha!
look at you now, b+tch! when the cops come, they gon’ say a freak accident occurred
true crime guru’s gon’ say it was all a f+cking blur
d+mn right it was
that’s how you take a manslaughter and turn it into muns, b+tch take it as a lesson since your ass never paid attention
never take a battle head on without a weapon
and all of you rappers walkin’ ‘round unarmed
you better start now ‘cause the show just turned on
i’ve tried networking, you b+tches ain’t interesting
nothing’s gonna start me from being uninteresting
start rapping better or get a different means
or else i’mma turn your ass into a dying breed
[bridge: daniel larson & versionzorak]
till’ the day you f+cking die
k!ll you k!ll you
k!ll you
call the feds on me you f+cking mother
hearing all this mothaf+ckin’ whining from this game
everytime i hear it, this sh+t makes me go insane
all this f+ckin talkin’ and y’all not even ashamed?
until a f+cking bullet break inside to their brain
f+ck! that!

[verse 2: versionzorak]
f+ck the competition, i’m the only one
not three or two, f+ck that sh+t, there shouldn’t be none
like the spear sh+t talk, yeah, you better f+cking run
oh you think this sh+t is fun?
wait until your f+cking done
flexing with the guns but the p+ssy don’t know how to pull it back
put it on his face, blew his ass himself, talking smack
see the red river streaming out, he ain’t coming back
room looking like a pool, make their f+cking friends drown
life don’t play around, grieving like a meltdown
like the hospital beds around you, they all dead
all shed, go ahead, made them bled
n0body’s good on the edge, it’s a bloodshed
rip your existence to shreds, all the organs spread
all these pictures in mind, translate what it says
break sh+t, break bones, to anger out my tread
handling all this evil sh+t through my f+cking head
if i express my past, maybe that’s when it’s time
all these d+mn thoughts, i wish they weren’t mine
if i go out the line, then maybe there’s a sign
since my head is fried, i forgot all my times
it’s all unaligned, i just wanna ease
i don’t have regrets, this sh+t is on me
i wouldn’t be surprised if they wanna see me bleed
people all around see me as a dying breed
[outro: sample]
you ever think what a coincidence it is that lou gehrig died of lou gehrig’s disease?
you gonna make that stupid joke every time that comes up?
sorry, everything’s so f+cking morbid

- keze lyrics

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