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scriptz - miracle alien killers lyrics

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
welcome. yeah. back. oh
suckers can not mess with me, i’d love to see a funeral
look up in my fruit of the loom, inside is my .44
suckers can not mess with me, i’d love to see a funeral
look up in my fruit of the loom, inside is my .44

[verse 1]
blood drawn, devil+man with a f+ckin’ number etched on his hand
he’s a motherf+ckin’ brother of the devil in your head
controls you like a joystick, pry sl!ck, he likes to trick you, lead you the other
armed to the t++th, he’s like batman on a scene
what i mean is he awake so that you know hе’s rakin’ sins
to the heaven, mark 11, slightly to thе h+ll between
flowers on it, pow, his partners wraps you up and then it’s scene

[verse 2]
fleshly ivy league, sm+t f+ck, canopy
built from the bodyparts he’s ripping from the rotten peep’s grave
evil man in his lands takin’ enemies back
to the seventh dreg where torture lies ancestory

fleshly ivy league, sm+t as f+ck, canopy
built from the bodyparts he’s ripping from the rotten peep’s grave
evil man in his lands takin’ enemies back
to the seventh dreg where torture lies ancestory
[verse 1]
blood drawn, devil+man with a f+ckin’ number etched on his hand
he’s a motherf+ckin’ brother of the devil in your head
controls you like a joystick, pry sl!ck, he likes to trick you, lead you the other

[verse 3]
i am on the tilted timing writing with the built+in lining
in the clouds, i don’t think you want the shining
comin’ through the tv, seven days, i’ll make you climbing
i got the flyin’ wench flyin’, i’ma stop the b+tches with [?]
i don’t do astrology, your sad religious rhyming
onto+tologic mixed with that sh+t fire from the sky, sick scriptz

[verse 1]
blood drawn, devil+man with a f+ckin’ number etched on his hand
he’s a motherf+ckin’ brother of the devil in your head
controls you like a joystick, pry sl!ck, he likes to trick you, lead you the other
armed to the t++th, he’s like batman on a scene
what i mean is he awake so that you know he’s rakin’ sins
to the heaven, mark 11, send you to the h+ll with me
flowers on it, pow, his partners wraps you up and then it’s scene

- scriptz lyrics

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