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zellhaus - antichrist lyrics

b-tches claim they different but they all look the same
i think your worth f-cked up & your persona is lame
fake lips, fake face, fake t-ts, fake waist
you hoes are dysmorphic & got 3 cells in your brains
& you know zellhaus don’t f-ck with posers
i say f-ck all them cracked out users
we are living in a h-ll & satan running all you losers
authenticity is a foreign quality
& all you clone -ss b-tches ain’t got nothin on me
i’m the realest, b
b-tches whine about the crowd they in, sayin they need them “good vibes”
so why you chillin with junkies, rapists & all the r-t-rd loser guys
all the voices in my head be like “k!ll that b-tch, don’t think twice”
now that dude gets a pimp slap
b-tch, i don’t wanna play nice
now i’m feelin homicidal, feel like demolishing that vehicle
smash their f-cking head in, if i don’t k!ll you it would be a f-ckin miracle
now all you young -ss kids thinkin bout shootin up a school
i hope you know at times i had the same thoughts as you do
disrespectful teachers spitting things they don’t know sh-t about
lies & mental condition coming out they fat -ss mouth
dude f-ck em, i love em, none of these b-tches know what i’m about
suck my d-ck
k!ll yourself
slit your wrist
scream for help
we can find common ground
i inspire all these b-tches, all year round
i’m like a f-ckin father to these dumb bimbos
bow your knees, gonzo
i’m on the throne, in the front
& all you groupies talkin, yea i’m a f-cking c-nt

all these dumb hoes make me sick
spend their days just sucking d-cks
if you feed them, they’ll let you f-ck
or give them drugs & a few bucks

the antichrist says ‘morals don’t exist!’
so ‘we the people,’ always listen
with no brain to think for ourselves
we will all burn up in h-ll

b-tch, i know you wanna be like me
but you out here spreadin for these lame -ss dweebs
& we both know that sh-t ain’t like me
& you won’t be laughing
when it ain’t them dudes givin you the pounding
you wanna f-ck with me hoe?
you’re gonna see a side b-tch you did never know
when the demon comes out & wanna see some blood & broken bones
the only demons i battle with are you bulemic broad, swollen slit
now blow me b-tch & f-ckin swallow it
or how bout i p-ss down your sl-t daughter’s neck
i was gettin dead presidents cause i’m the dopest b-tch
hexin on you hoes
yeah i used to be a witch, b-tch
enjoy that $6 tip twink, & it ain’t your 20 dolla grams that be makin that stink
get the f-ck off twitter & stop your running your mouth
about all that f-ckin sh-t you not really about
cause your words of f-ckin wisdom is just sh-t spewing out your snout
if i didn’t make you known then you wouldn’t exist
reppin that trench coat mafia, b-tch
if i were you then i wouldn’t talk sl!ck
busted up, bl–dy lips
it’s easy to be a bully with a crowd behind you
but them p-ssy b-tches got it coming to them too
all you dumb hooker hoes needa repeat & repent
cause the end is comin close, sit the f-ck down & listen
get the f-ck on your knees this time & try somethin different, your mind is under brainwashing
b-tch, you’re all just like the rest of em
d-mn, f-ck the system
i wish i could be the death of em

- zellhaus lyrics

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