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twentythree, 99zed & saliva grey - disciple of misery lyrics

[chorus: 99zed & saliva grey]
z grab the dutch to black out my lungs
imma hand it to saliva watch him ash it on his tongue
b+tch i keep the weapon tucked so come and get you some
one thing you should know about me baby i don’t give a f+ck
i put that hollow through your chest
no chance you gon’ lay low
six feet deep i’m slithering with your face bones
guaranteed to heaven but severing where the faith go?
i ain’t with the rest of you f+ckers, y’all bunch of fake hoes

[verse 1: 99zed & saliva grey]
i don’t know if you saw but i ain’t playing no games
imma take the polaroid and imma step up out the frame
told ’em kick rocks ’cause everybody sound the same
finna go about my day i be higher than a plane

b+tch i’m flipping the f+cking bird
blow my smoke up in the air
from the 4 to the coast i be good everywhere
boy you talking from the ‘burbs
mane you getting on my nerves
how you finna get away when yo whip can’t get off the curb?

i’m playing league, smoking weed, getting paid
while these other broke rappers flexing on they ‘gram but live up at they mama’s place
had to let these b+tches know we ain’t on the same page
imma ghost ride you b+tch up in the 4th like nick cage (stupid b+tch)
one drop ain’t gon’ stop
you ain’t f+cking with the mob
no god, i’m a goblin i been a f+cking boss
no cause, dead and gone
taking 20 to yo’ top
might remove ’em get the shootas
i ain’t do it

i been
tired, rest my head up on these bands hoe
sight up on the target imma hit ’em with the dreadbone
tie ’em, put ’em 6 under cement tho
i ain’t yapping sew the mouth and let this k talk
p+ssy motherf+cker you want it then you can get it
i got 6 digits in the bank, 9 digits on the streams
got the .556 making swiss up out your face
gotta slang, i ain’t selling but i never left the game

[bridge: twentythree]
never left the pain
.556 leave a hole up in your face
if he wanted war, steady hands and razor blades
if he wanted talk, ready waiting with a grave

[verse 2: twentythree]
see me waiting for the silence the lining inside the he+rs+
ever haunted, hollow, walk out the coffin for my return now
razor wire ’round me i’m tethered up on the earth
so i guess he felt like god ’till he met him inside the dirt
let it hurt, facing pain, i’ve been hanging to take my soul back
skull crack, aiming at anything for the contract
f+ck it all anyway, nothing until it’s all black
hopping off the boat to the bottom before i fall flat
tony when i hawk him, kick the coffin, flip the headstone
blood up in the air, i wish for death up in the end tho
waiting for the venom, no anti hero, my head low
if he want war, he walking into a dead zone

- twentythree 99zed saliva grey lyrics

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