terrifire
verse 1: here comes the sluts y'all, cut em' open and watch as their guts fall to the ground and hang em' up on my wall, and their head on the tree like an angel or a star. bitch I'm the terrifire, all you baby's need pacifier, I'm doing what I desire, burning body's inside the fire. you need a priest, or something at least to kill this beast, before he has a murdering feast. chorus: bitch I'm here to terrify, all you sluts finna die, imma bake you in a pie, I'm making bread and I ain't even talking rye, I'm talking money and that ain't no lie. verse 2: yeah that ain't no lie cause I'm not liar liar, I'm friends with all murderers and yes including Michael Myer, I'm gonna run you over with a tire. I Murdered your friend, life's coming to an end, so I'm finna decend and kill everyone no ain't nobody gonna live, I still don't have any fucks to give, you got fivv, I mean five knives fly towards your face and you'll die, you will not fucking survive. chorus: bitch I'm here to terrify, all you sluts finna die, imma bake you in a pie, I'm making bread and I ain't even talking rye, I'm talking money and that ain't no lie. verse 3: I ain't ever gonna leave, no ain't nobody hotter, I drowned mommy and daughter in the water then they sank down to the otters. I'm not just a rapper, I'm a lyrical master, sometimes I go slow and sometimes I go faster, and I just have to pray I don't studder and become a disaster, and hear the crowds laughter, and if I make it I'll thank the lord after, and just because I'm not worldwide yet it does not matter, cause I'm still climbing up that ladder. fast part: reel em, grill em, kill em, I'm a villain, bustin through the ceilin with the ryhmes that I'm spitting. also bust when I nut, I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, got nuts bigger than Jabba the Hutt, and I'm out for the blood, sharpen em' up, it's about that time of the month, to go on a spree, probably at the Dollar Tree, or at party's on Halloween. call me art the clown, imma shoot you down to the ground, turn that frown upside down, killing all around like a merry-go-round, don't attract the police with all that sound, and uhhh... fuck it.
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verse 1: here comes the sluts y'all, cut em' open and watch as their guts fall to the ground and hang em' up on my wall, and their head on the tree like an angel or a star. bitch I'm the terrifire, all you baby's need pacifier, I'm doing what I desire, burning body's inside the fire. you need a priest, or something at least to kill this beast, before he has a murdering feast. chorus: bitch I'm here to terrify, all you sluts finna die, imma bake you in a pie, I'm making bread and I ain't even talking rye, I'm talking money and that ain't no lie. verse 2: yeah that ain't no lie cause I'm not liar liar, I'm friends with all murderers and yes including Michael Myer, I'm gonna run you over with a tire. I Murdered your friend, life's coming to an end, so I'm finna decend and kill everyone no ain't nobody gonna live, I still don't have any fucks to give, you got fivv, I mean five knives fly towards your face and you'll die, you will not fucking survive. chorus: bitch I'm here to terrify, all you sluts finna die, imma bake you in a pie, I'm making bread and I ain't even talking rye, I'm talking money and that ain't no lie. verse 3: I ain't ever gonna leave, no ain't nobody hotter, I drowned mommy and daughter in the water then they sank down to the otters. I'm not just a rapper, I'm a lyrical master, sometimes I go slow and sometimes I go faster, and I just have to pray I don't studder and become a disaster, and hear the crowds laughter, and if I make it I'll thank the lord after, and just because I'm not worldwide yet it does not matter, cause I'm still climbing up that ladder. fast part: reel em, grill em, kill em, I'm a villain, bustin through the ceilin with the ryhmes that I'm spitting. also bust when I nut, I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, got nuts bigger than Jabba the Hutt, and I'm out for the blood, sharpen em' up, it's about that time of the month, to go on a spree, probably at the Dollar Tree, or at party's on Halloween. call me art the clown, imma shoot you down to the ground, turn that frown upside down, killing all around like a merry-go-round, don't attract the police with all that sound, and uhhh... fuck it.
okay lil bro i see you! you gotta work on your delivery but your flowing dope af! better then alot of grown folks i.here on here! keep grinding bro youll be great one day!!!
first song for the new cry about it album
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