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pulse (producer) - armageddon lyrics

[verse 1: g3, deathslefthand]
driving in my beamer, satan’s child like xenochiva
my head and body hurts from all the misery
trauma sticking on to mem i carry it with agony
never luck, i’m an abandoned soul, tormented motherf+cker
switched my personality, but i’m still f+ckapache
always with the vest with the strap
that sh+t nasty, calls from my ex, caring less, watch me flex g
f+ck classy b+tches in the thirtysix backseat
dare to break my rules and you will get slaughtered
mask on we steal some jewels, store glass is shattered
doesn’t matter who or what you are
p+ss me off and you get never remembered
corpses hidden in the forest where it gets eaten by maggots
pull up to your door, knock+knock
what the f+ck is up, spinning on your block
blade on me for the opps, headshot, neck chopped
never said a word to cops, never let a problem rot
deathslefthand, i’ll never stop
i don’t want to listen to your cringe ass sound
this sh+t hits harder, than nine eleven
g3 and deathslefthand unbound, creeping on the back
of your cadillac wait till you are on the way and i stab till your decay
meet me on the block i supply pills
try to test me gonna get you f+cking k!lled
she look in my eyes and she got the chills
got experience you know that i’m sk!lled
[verse 2: g3, deathslefthand]
g3 swear to god, i’m bombing my head
with all these thoughts, they make me so f+cking sad
never trust a b+tch, drug abuse i’m sick of it
f+ck the system, f+ck the world and f+ck the godd+mn world ah
rest on my yard, woke up k!lled a part of my soul my heart
head hurts from the nods, hurts from the thoughts
never backing up, never lacking on the block
semi auto on my c+ck, you might think my tool a thot
morning star, wait till dawn, don’t you dare to talk
f+cking maggot rot, apache i’m still a god
all black shiesty, turn the glock silently
suppressor on the g18, never happy never keen
mad man, i’m a always sad man, never happy, ever mad
i k!ll these f+cking bars, motherf+ckers call me friend
i’m enemy number one, armageddon to everyone
b+tches call me crazy and they think i’m lazy
i push the b+tton to nuke thire bottom
rotten to the core, see your wrist slit wh0re
i’m your worst motherf+cking nightmare oh
i strap you down to the chair
sharpshooter bullet flying through the air
your brain gets halfed
call me armageddon i’m the most worth addon
call me armageddon i will turn death mode on
deathslefthand your misery, turn the glock silently
tilidin’ 200 mg, never seen that part of me
deathslefthand your misery, turn the glock silently
tilidin’ 200 mg, never seen that part of me
g3 swear to god, i’m bombing bombing
all these thoughts, they make me so f+cking f+cking sad
never trust a b+tch, drug abuse i’m sick of it
f+ck the system, f+ck the world and f+ck my godd+mn world, ah

- pulse producer lyrics

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