crimson bodies
got me trippin,got my hands steady itching,trying catch me slipping,bidding on a life that motherfuckers be wishing, charactetizing, uprising. bitches dont owe me shit, see all these niggas unfit, just waiting to get lit. come get at me, bitches think they know me, cuz they heard of me. but let them speak on shit they dont know of me. couldnt walk a mile in my shoes, this bitch always gots a smile, trying drag my style like its worthwhile. walking through the gates of hell, bring all these bitches down to the pit. let them sit, smell the burning of crimson bodies. gnashing of the teeth its time to bow down to their one and only king.
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got me trippin,got my hands steady itching,trying catch me slipping,bidding on a life that motherfuckers be wishing, charactetizing, uprising. bitches dont owe me shit, see all these niggas unfit, just waiting to get lit. come get at me, bitches think they know me, cuz they heard of me. but let them speak on shit they dont know of me. couldnt walk a mile in my shoes, this bitch always gots a smile, trying drag my style like its worthwhile. walking through the gates of hell, bring all these bitches down to the pit. let them sit, smell the burning of crimson bodies. gnashing of the teeth its time to bow down to their one and only king.
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