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zoetic - d3mons lyrics

[zoetic:verse 1]
hit ’em wit’ the hatchet put ’em in that closed casket
yo b-tch she so ratchet, her face i wanna patch
yea, i wear red like a blood, but i’m far from a thug
but i’ll still put you to sleep, lay ’em down like a rug
i done come out and dug, grindin slow like a slug
when i’m slanging them drugs, all the haters mean mug
my lines off the grill like a barbeque, cause i’m hot dog
going all over the country wit’ the chopper like a wild hog
screaming bonzai, strapped up like a samurai
pry open my third eye my mind is ready to die
feelin’ loose wit’ a girl after she down some martinis
grant her wishes like a genie eat her punani like panini
the industry frowns on my hustle for being a cracker
ghost writin’ the game my words possessin’ all these rappers
and ya’ll just run away when i get ta pullin’ on these clappers
while i’m spittin’ these bars i’m writin’ ones for my next verse
put ’em in a he-rs-, i write something new like its already been rehe-rs-d
it’s a curse

[zoetic:verse 2]
tarot cards read my destiny
engineered chemically
to destroy anyone on this planet who tries to step to me
barbarian, a viking, spit faster than lightning
half vampire, lycan, bigger than a t-tan
changin’ tides with a triton, let my f-ckin’ pupils whiten
if you, try ta, stop, me
you’ll get, cut up, my, g
haters, back up, no mitch bade
talk sh-t, shoot the sh-t, b-tch get sprayed!
got these demons inside that make my emotions collide
they whisper and confide, to turn into mr. hyde
three pieces of my heart, scattered and torn apart
i didn’t think i was smart enough to let the flame start
got a plethora of b-tches livin’ under my shirt
i scream and i curse, inside, cause i know that it hurts
and they don’t understand, about this f-cked up man
who’s had these big -ss plans, since my career has began
when i spit on a track, btgm had my back
fmi was in the b-tch, with the cl!ck and the clack
yea i know my style’s different but my rhymes aren’t wack
go and ask about zac, i got guns bigger than shaq
the impact, from the mac will f-ckin’ get yo skull cracked
i’m just statin’ the facts, i’ll stop you dead in yo tracks
when the sun goes down, that’s when the beast comes out
straight from the east coast, but i’m hotter than the south

[hook:zoetic]
ok, middle finger to my rivals
put my right hand on the bible
i will cut you up like psycho
these bullets will touch you, michael
i’m zoetic, that means i’m vital
b-tch my tattoos are not tribal
you gon’ need some holy water and a preacher’s revival, that’s my go

- zoetic lyrics

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