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killcore - heavy feat. smokexys lyrics

[intro]

got my brother by my side (facts)
smoke and demo finna slide (facts)
nah, nah, we don’t do no murder, murder
but we make it look like suicide, aye

[k!llcore: verse 1]

straight from the back of a casket, need a mask with it
asking n0body questions just get to blasting
math man, double digit bodies for subtracting
draw lines in spines, devoid of attraction
fashion, obsessed with the glitz and the glamor
but don’t get it wrong, we turn bodies to batter (yuh, yuh)
forget about you and put you to the side (yuh, yuh)
got him thinking thoughts of suicide, that’s wack, uh

tell him double back if he’s mad, and his b+tch is sad
that he got no bag in the back
shoot him in the back, hit him with the mac
put him in the stack for a stack and a couplе racks
i don’t need the cash but i guess you really thought i would
i do this sh+t for fun, i don’t need thе funds
i just need the fun, dumb stuff that come with the guns
the youngest of dons, we making him think they done
[smokexys: verse 1]

we makin him think they done
and you better off f+ckin it up and telling me before you lacin’ up and hit the run
he got nowhere to hide, he better fork over funds
hit his soul with the fire, we makin him think they done
it’s that east side beast, he never fold on the mic
if you feast on the peace, we capping them in the night
don’t release on the beast, he never losing a fight
and the fleece you will see, the seconds before you die
and i don’t wanna cause any panic
the money for damages right on my patek
you better watch out cause i might just go manic
this sh+t is not fake like some b+tches with plastic uh

[k!llcore: verse 2]

b+tch looking heavy, they fill her with plastic
she gonna die soon, someone get her a casket
i feel like nagini, i been spitting acid
or maybe houdini, magic, imma pass it
got stars on my jacket, i feel like america
generations gonna fight and inherit a
million percent of the net worth you got
that b+tch from google’s daughter is a motherf+cking thot
been a problem since esol
since the seventh grade, i don’t know but he knows
i’m a cheat code, cause when i grow, he grow
feel like babe ruth, i’m like everybody’s hero
like robert deniro, or childish gambino
the chances of you getting b+tches is zero
my life is a movie and you’re just the b+roll
imma slide for my bro if i need to

[smokexys: verse 2]

slicing them up in a couple increments, uh
i got some money to cop some ritalin, uh
and i’ll pop one, pop two cause it’s imminent
turn them to dust and put him in the cinnamon, uh
and i’ll sprinkle them over my blunts, yuh
and this strain got a name and it’s only opp runtz
and i don’t gotta solve it with guns, yuh
put a blade in your rib, in the ground, all for months
and i’m holding the baby ak like a stroller
made to the top not talkin pensacola
spike them with coke and call me coca+cola
hack them with my machete from angola
and i just got a text that she missed me, yuh
and i rather go up in a fire than she kiss me
i call her a cat ain’t no fishin’ me
you got my addy but swear that you missin’ me, ah

- killcore lyrics

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