you hate me?
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•03 Aug 2022
haters wanna talk, imma give em what they ask for. Boy What the fuckin fuck you doin up in my crypt? this is Casketboiis realm how the fuck you runnin lip ? you gon end up on this alter i dont condone the things i do, but i like to get crazy with my hatchet and my scalpel too, claim you from the Hood dog i hail deep from the south, where the jits and pussys learn they lesson and shut their mouths creepin around the cut with that scorcher i aint playin, the look thats on my face is blank and all im doing is slaying all my haters the from the North to the south going coast to coast the only thing they making is masterbation to the thought of getting the best of me, they hop in wanna troll cause low key im the best you see, Casketboii is a messenger from the old gods, try my fuccin patience you gon end up in a pine box. comin up in that Cadillac you are done son damn son how you gonna diss a juggalo some? you fuccin with blacc magic work so listen to the whole song wanna learn your fuccin place so get a clue dog its a lesson that i teach to all the cultists i procure, make the magic realms i speak about reach out and cover your world a dark world parodized by plasma. every time I speak my eyes roll back in my skull like pure possession now you crying its the taste of the magick that im cursed to procure, at the end of the day your lyrics become manure.
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haters wanna talk, imma give em what they ask for. Boy What the fuckin fuck you doin up in my crypt? this is Casketboiis realm how the fuck you runnin lip ? you gon end up on this alter i dont condone the things i do, but i like to get crazy with my hatchet and my scalpel too, claim you from the Hood dog i hail deep from the south, where the jits and pussys learn they lesson and shut their mouths creepin around the cut with that scorcher i aint playin, the look thats on my face is blank and all im doing is slaying all my haters the from the North to the south going coast to coast the only thing they making is masterbation to the thought of getting the best of me, they hop in wanna troll cause low key im the best you see, Casketboii is a messenger from the old gods, try my fuccin patience you gon end up in a pine box. comin up in that Cadillac you are done son damn son how you gonna diss a juggalo some? you fuccin with blacc magic work so listen to the whole song wanna learn your fuccin place so get a clue dog its a lesson that i teach to all the cultists i procure, make the magic realms i speak about reach out and cover your world a dark world parodized by plasma. every time I speak my eyes roll back in my skull like pure possession now you crying its the taste of the magick that im cursed to procure, at the end of the day your lyrics become manure.
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