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vagaryxiii - the night is sly lyrics

[intro]
“when you get into one of these groups, there’s only a couple of ways you can get out: one is death, the other is mental inst-tutions…”

[verse 1]
these amber eyes will put you in a trance, make you dance, do whatever the f-ck i say. pop molly for the thrill, acting trill. don’t talk sh-t if you ain’t about it, slit your f-ckin throat in the back alley. dark thoughts on the conscience, the being with no feeling, say f-ck it and mask off, bout to face off, smack that p-ssy now we’re off. she don’t like how i speak, i say sayonara. she don’t like how i speak, i say sayonara

[verse 2]
say, say, say, yeah how’s the white nurse cooking, ask the dooley for the high, 25 for the gram. f-cked himself up, for life, got 10 in the penitentiary. do not mimic what i do, leave em in the dust if you try, you’ll for sure f-ck up, i don’t want you to die. it’s a one time thing, a one time fling, don’t get it twisted or just might shoot your mistress, give em a dose of the d-ck, so minuscule, give you a fl!ck, my d-ck isn’t minuscule) all these stupid f-cks making me sick. i felt the madness , destroy your whole heritage is my only option, end the whole bloodline on the spot. bodies dropping as quick as they rise. i swear i really don’t feel any pain, most of the time it’s unreal, placed under an illusion. one bullet is my remedy, a remedy for eternity. can’t surprise me, can’t catch me off guard. 360 view at all times, call the person with curse mark. see how i do, see how i do, yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
yeah, yeah, sever the highness head, take the priests wife to bed, don’t trust no one, don’t take no offence, hard times always arise, always mistaken for the bad, gotta think i’m f-cking rad, dressing up to look fab, can’t even afford to take a cab, (laughter), hold on, hold on that was f-cking stupid, but you may resume. coming for your neck, grab that bih, it’s raining money from the sky, so we think we can fly, you ain’t sly. they think i’m f-cking mad, don’t need help, just visit yelp. throwing hands, you can get it, shots fired, the crowds with it. they really believe that sh-t, they really believe that sh-t?

- vagaryxiii lyrics

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