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sentfromiraq - r.c.s.k lyrics

[intro: hxlx]
augh!
f+cked up, b+tch, i’ll leave you f+cked up
f+cked up, ayy, b+tch, i’ll leave you f+cked up
f+cked up, ayy, b+tch, i’ll leave you f+cked up
f+cked up, ayy, b+tch, i’ll leave you f+cked up
i wouldn’t even keep you as a slave in my empire!

[chorus: sentfromiraq]
uh, c+c+c+count me out
b+tch, i wanna cut you up
watch her f+ckin’ throwing up
keep on f+ckin’ trying, b+tch, you ain’t gettin’ far (ahh)
stab, i twist it, bullets ain’t missin’
meds ain’t fixin’, wake up, i’m k!llin’

[verse 1: hxlx]
if you wanna die, b+tch, you gotta let me know (hxlx, yeah)
maybe another day, ’cause i’m kickin’ down the door (b+tch)
snorting on some fent’, she be layin’ on the floor (yeah)
can’t endurе the pain ’cause she’s just a f+ckin’ whorе
ayy, doesn’t f+cking matter
talk about money, i’m a go+getter
just dress like a r+t+rd, i don’t know any better
ayy, walkin’ through that gate and i’m f+ckin’ up the scanner
speed away with the whip just like bruce janner (let’s do this)
[chorus: sentfromiraq]
uh, c+c+c+count me out
c+c+c+count me out
c+c+c+count me out
b+tch, i wanna cut you up
watch her f+ckin’ throwing up
keep on f+ckin’ trying, b+tch, you ain’t gettin’ far (ahh)
stab, i twist it, bullets ain’t missin’
meds ain’t fixin’, wake up, i’m k!llin’

[verse 2: grave 718]
f+cked up, b+tch, i leave you f+cked up
stick that f+ckin’ knife through b+tch f+cking guts
paranoid as f+ck, i don’t know who to trust
but i stay sendin’ shots while you stay throwin’ subs
you a f+ckin’ b+tch, yeah, i know you f+ckin’ b+tch
yeah, i know you f+ckin’ b+tch
yeah, i knew you was sus’
when i up my f+ckin’ gun, lil’ b+tch, better run
and i’m shootin’ that sh+t up, i love k!llin’ sh+t for fun
i’ma end yo’ f+ckin’ life ’cause i do not give a f+ck

[chorus: sentfromiraq]
uh, c+c+c+count me out
b+tch, i wanna cut you up
watch her f+ckin’ throwing up
keep on f+ckin’ trying, b+tch, you ain’t gettin’ far (iraq, what the f+ck?)
stab, i twist it, bullets ain’t missin’
meds ain’t fixin’, wake up, i’m k!llin’
[outro]
necrosociety
allows you to be a terrorist and k!ll people
throwing bombs at the haters

- sentfromiraq lyrics

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