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myles malice - dead wrong lyrics

[hook]

all these people speaking lies (oh i dont think they know me)
the perfect host to parasite (seeking out you solely)
steal your flesh and eat your eyes (well that should shut you up you better)
back up off me b-tches, i’m busy plotting while proving you’re
dead wrong (dead wrong)
f-ck what you think
you’re dead wrong (dead wrong)
i’ll cute you up, safe to say
you’re dead wrong (dead wrong)
don’t speak my name, left in vain
i have to hack off your face, i often mop up remains
come kick the bucket

[verse 1]

you speak, i’m believing nothing
you can quit with the fiction fables spun by me like i owe you something
b-tch i do not take sh-t like this lightly, let the severed trumpet sound
i’ve summoned serpents set to scale the depths of h-ll to drag you down
hung from hooks, oppressed and bound, i’ll bleed them out through open necks
i’m up next to bless the crown, hence you peasants disrespect
come flex up in my proven grounda, i’ll pop that sh-t, expose a p-ssy
gotta pin you in this sh-t, up on the list of people i would love to k!ll
stick every last one of them 6 beneath em
i’ve got some holes to fill, i’ll scatter the bones but i must keep the meat
you think i won’t? i will
you’ll get p-ssed on, peed on, i did it cuz of your death now f-ck you
gonna plead your case, imma cut you off (why?)
i don’t wanna hear another peep about your hoaxes
your spoken p-ss is revoked
if you don’t get those, you could r.i.p., your d.o.a. tagging toes
set em up in body bags and label them a liar
to show the coroner what the c.o.d. is
gotta let em know when a motherf-ckers dead wrong

[hook]

[verse 2]

i’m limping off of my rocker, no shocker, i gotta call the shots
talk all you want mof-ckers, you could throw that salt while you watch me rock
a psycho hot, once i spot em, i’m stomping em out, outlined in chalk
tick-tick-tock all around the clock, they all live in fear until they hear that (knock knock knock)
got it all on lock i do
many road blocks i’ve cut right through
many have tried to stop my moves but inertia proved too much for fools (you knew)
equipped with the fishing tools so you thinking you can bend and break the rules
sir issac newton would not approve
not a godd-mn thing redeemed from school
all these lies ignite the fuel, a spark of flame dethrone the tyrants (yes)
and a master plans been crafted, standing upon shoulders of giants
but the weak and feeble failed, i’ll slaughter the beast, eat upon the pyres
liars thrown in with the lions
better make peace with the hoax you’re complying
i’m sick of all you motherf-ckers, fed up all about it
if you wanna come and get it, what’s a mob to a king
not pity for a coward, little p-ssy get devoured
now you’re about to feel the wrath of a god-like being
end of the road, no turning back
no stepping to malice, dead by dawn
turn em into carrion, bones i’ll bury em
think i’m a boring machiavellian, you’re dead, dead wrong

[hook]
all these people speaking lies (oh i dont think they know me)
the perfect host to parasite (seeking out you solely)
steal your flesh and eat your eyes (well that should shut you up you better)
back up off me b-tches, i’m busy plotting while proving you’re
dead wrong (dead wrong)
f-ck what you think
you’re dead wrong (dead wrong)
i’ll cute you up, safe to say
you’re dead wrong (dead wrong)
don’t speak my name, left in vain
i have to hack off your face, i often mop up remains
come kick the bucket

come kick the bucket (x4)

- myles malice lyrics

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