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midknyte – nebula lyrics

[intro]
yea
midknyte
woah
yeah, ayy
midknyte
woah
mm
yea!

[verse 1]
f+ck it, i’m a criminal
i put my initials on her genitals (yea)
every lyric so subliminal
the way i’m makin’ pacts you’d think it’s a ritual
call me spiritual
it’s such a miracle that i didn’t (blat, blat, blat)
by now
wait no
hide out, by now, i need it right now
oh, oh
better call the po+po
my violence, is pretty silent
your guidance is pretty violent
gets pretty violent when there’s silence
grab the bl!ck, hi b+tch
time to die b+tch
+explosion+
uh
make a b+tch dance with the bullets
the barrel, too hot, last chance to cool it
makе yo hair stand up like a punk rock mullet
a b+tch be too fly to try and pull it
tiе a noose with shoe lace
who laced? me laced? nah, you laced
grab the blade
my blood red like kool+aid
she a vampire goth b+tch need a taste
you so hot b+tch, lemme kiss yo face
if you so hot sh+t, if that’s the case
then why every time you get the chance to fight
you p+ss yo pants like lemonade
when life gives you lemons, make minutemaid
wait a minute, i had to raid ‘em
free them of the corrupted freedom
that they deem ‘em to be demons
had to save ‘em
treat the game like i abuse her
treat the fame like a knew ya
need to change like a new year
take my meds like an abuser
eat my head like dahmer
ride my sled like a llama
first 6x since obama
dark like the night b+tch i start drama
hearts stabbed with might, with no comma
b+tch my sh+t bomb like osama
laden everyday ‘till the futurerama
plottin’ everyplace ‘till i beat super pharma
[interlude]
i’m a cute a lil emo boy
i’ll f+ck you with out no toy
i might whimper, don’t mind me

[verse 2]
b+tch, if you was at the top, you’re now behind me
trappin’, always cappin’, my fault
ass below the crack and fell on the asphalt
side to this list, my final diss hits
b+tch, my fathers died for this
smack you with a heater
she a t++ther
got no ar, but you on my radar
need these girls like justin beiber
you a wide receiver
even tho i’m a virgin
i need that v+g+n+, all of it (ayy)
had to take her to the gynecologist
to make sure she wasn’t lying, got the f+ckin’ heart of it
molotov next to a fire pit
i don’t admire sh+t
except the things i inspire this
not narcissistic but i will practice my first amendments
two dire hits
need to earn this
hit you with that burner yea
put you in a furnace
heat you up in a urn and return this
b+tch i burn sh+t
and i heard sh+t
hide yo wife, hide in the closet and pray for ya life
grab a knife, grab the blade
make her m+st+rbate
no need to erase
time to fight or flight
but i might divide
yo head by a nine
no time to cry
my fault, b+tch it’s time to die
my fault, i always write a lie
yo life is ass, you workin’ nine to 5
i’d rather grab the nine
i’m out of time, need to make up my mind
should i plot or should i be alive
chasin’ the bag like a hoe or a cat after a rat
and no i won’t do that, i’d rather just f+ckin’ die
but you won’t f+ckin’ try
yea, uh, uh, uh, uh
mastermind of my time
won’t even lie (ayy, yea)
[verse 3]
i turn what you call ‘ass’ into a masterpiece
i k!ll so much they should classify me
as a f+ckin’ mass disease
i’m a lyrical fast machine
i’ll make the mass deceased until i cease ‘till i freeze
i’m like the massive seas that hit the ship and sunk that sh+t
into junked and ditch
b+tch don’t ever try to diss
you the type to prolly’ jump and ditch
you the type to not f+ck but a hump a b+tch
a hunnid’ sh+t
i hunt them b+tch
i’m onto it
b+tch, how you miss a kiss from a psycho and actually fumbled it?
you can’t sound like me, ‘cause you’ll mumble it
you need to get smacked upside yo head with purse
because this verse humbles sh+t
b+tch
i’m done with this, woah

[outro]
+static+
please try for me
i’m sorry
i love+
+static+

- midknyte lyrics

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