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vita et mors - channelling lyrics

[verse 1]

channeling energy through this track
blood thickens when my verse starts then comes right back
hugs, kisses and kittens, snowball fights in mittens
riches and b-tches, you’re a different type of wack
you’re all about defense i’m all about attack
verbal crucifixion when i jump on a track
i’m making it my mission to envision a decision of replacing your religion with a vita filled addiction
wielding a butcher knife homie, get ready for incisions
arrive at your crib at night dressed in chain mail
bust through the front door throw away the knife, grab a sprite, and stab your wife with a f-cking hang nail
my credit’s ruined; i’m using every bondsman to pay bail
a first name basis with the ladies at the state jail
vacations in haiti, lattes with rabies
no regard for safety so when you see me know i’m crazy

[hook]
i channel energy from crazy sh-t i do
when the beat drops i’m feasting, main course: you
draw strength from drawstrings wrapped around your larynx
your cranium is gushing; it’s cordon bleu
throw on headphones, mic check one two
adrenaline rushes through my veins nothing new
on cnn, or mtv who could this be destroying beats?
i channel energy from crazy sh-t i do
when the beat drops i’m feasting, main course: you
draw strength from drawstrings wrapped around your larynx
your cranium is gushing; it’s cordon bleu
throw on headphones, mic check one two
adrenaline rushes through my veins nothing new
on cnn, or mtv who could this be destroying beats?

[verse 2]

got the bbc tuned into me
i bcc’d britney a pick of the d
got sixty-six cl!cks when the pics leaked
and a feat on tosh as the d-ck of the week
can i make it any clearer that i’m sucker free?
i’m giving it a shot you motherf-cking freak
since year zero you’ve been a queer though
gave blowies after christ died, you suck ad
already had a line about the bbc
i’ve got one more though listen to me
i’ll grab your f-cking hair and smash you in the tv
how rude of you is it to interrupt the soprano’s!
i pull your bl–dy head out of the lcd and throw your b-tch -ss in the back of a heli
fly to north france and for the second time that day toss you motherf-ckers in an english channel!
whoaa!!!
i broke up with my ex b-tch last tuesday
let me tell you man, this dating thing is a fool’s game
i’m looking for some fun now, i’m heading out to london
i’m having a little trouble see lately i’ve been struggling
searching for some poon to slay but haven’t seen nothing
you know what they say “tomorrow is a new day”
but while i’m in between f-cks see me in the uk!!!

[hook]

i channel energy from crazy sh-t i do
when the beat drops i’m feasting, main course: you
draw strength from drawstrings wrapped around your larynx
your cranium is gushing; it’s cordon bleu
throw on headphones, mic check one two
adrenaline rushes through my veins nothing new
on cnn, or mtv, who could this be destroying beats?

[verse 3]

i channel energy from crushing instrumentals
you’re standing next to me and in my presence you’ll be blushing
i’ve witnessed six events committed by sycophants who tried to kiss my -ss, now that’s a sick offense
you’re stuck with my production sk!lls, the volume’s temperamental
suction from this russian feels like nothing but prescription pills
a description of her friction sk!lls will knock your tallywhacker stiffer than tahiry wearing nothing but her six inch heels

[verse 4]

channelling energy through this track
blood thickens when my verse starts then comes right back
if third time’s a charm then this verse is blessed with leprechauns
saliva’s made of leprosy so please don’t try to step to me
impale you with a lance and tell you to make sure you live strong
my first christmas list? yep a big bong
i didn’t want this bar anyway, so listen to what i’mma say
i’mma waste like this: b-tch my d-ck’s long!
sh-t, six left, it’s time for me to take a big step
my debut’s releasing before year end
t-tle is tbd but put the ebt away no charge on this one it’s my christmas present
i need a couple more secs, loan me some extenze
peace to ben devlin, sayanora my friends
but before i sign out, there’s one last thing, the best is yet to come, heed my warning
b-tches!!!

- vita et mors lyrics

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