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vexedkiller - delusional lyrics

[intro]
(yo ass, yo ass+
nasty mic ass n+gga, hungry lil (?) mic ass n+gga
im on yo ass, yo big hunny bun eatin ass
boy yo head, im on yo sweat treat eatin ass n+gga
ong yo ass (?) bricks don’t it ugly ahh n+gga)

[verse]
ayy, what the f+ck i’m supposed to do when boys come to me for help?
vex ain’t got no therapist, he just be talking to himself
just stay thinking positive and i stay hoping all is well
i be thinking ’bout this sh+t while i be smoking by myself
but when i’m around the people, i still be inside of my head
once i see the clown in people, all i seem to see is red
when you look inside my face, all i seem to be is dead
all my inner senses gone and all the blood that i done shed
looking like a demon off this pill, but i believe in jesus
looking like a boy walked through h+ll, but i’m just leaving neiman’s
i’ma do the skid then hop back in, tell bro just leave it runnin’
that b+tch left her address in my dm’s i ain’t even comin’
50 shots, up 2 extendos, leave at least a hunnid
he gon leave with bullet holes in his sh+t tryna leave with somethin’
he gon die protecting someone else death, he gon bleed for nothing
i’ma make one call + if he pick up + that sh+t gon’ end discussion
and that ain’t your bl!ck, let me show you how to shoot that sh+t
cl!ck it, then hit it, put your enemy of top of it
the shooter is on point he be on top of sh+t
stand over the top of him and pop his sh+t
after he was poppin’ sh+t
that boy on the internet, he @+ing boys he don’t even know
he talking crazy on my phone, but he don’t know we at his show
he set us up, he set us stuck, we got the load and we got low
i had a dream i caught 2 bodies and i got away with both
if he snitchin’, f+ck his life i’m acting racist to that type
i get persuasive with that pipe, convince that boy give me his life
i got that burner on my hip, i up that flame and i ignite
i spent more money on this gun than you got on, boy, f+ck a fight
he was dancing with the devil, now he turning in his grave
when you run from me, you runnin’ from a monster that you made
very lil’ that you can do, but it ain’t nothing that you could say
a big ar, he running far, i’m pullin’ cards, we playing spades
he gon’ give me what’s up on him, i’m gon’ take it if i want it
i got k!llers put ’em on him if he tryna be my opponent
let that choppa suit him up, he hit his head, he look like conan
i’ve seen some sh+t that turnt a lil’ boy to a demon
ridin’ with that stick, like i’m handicapped, i got a limp
if i’m hitting line in this b+tch, f+ck security, we got ’em in
another check just hit, we goin shoppin’ in
buy my b+tch some lingerie to model in
i keep my feelings bottled in

- vexedkiller lyrics

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