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fresh till death - alex jones lyrics

[intro]
f*ck…
did you hear that flea c*nt?
that c*nt has ftd — fresh till death
get read
crime diamond beat

[verse 1]
you got your syllables backwards
you don’t eat d*ck —
eight sk!lls, f*ggot?
you got eight d*cks
and you drilling ya backwards
so i guess that you don’t wanna say
i’m sipping grey goose
that we stay listening a different way
i’m the predator —
you live and prey
i’m ahead of ya —
i’m minutes away
you simply ain’t a competitor
on a scale of one to ten?
you minuscule, miniature
two millimetres isn’t even how i measure ya
listen to one truth of a meter —
pick a meter
you ain’t еven in my vision
i can’t see ya
i’ma kick my feet up
you a b*tch — sit with seaver
ain’t еven a misdemeanor
pick a meter
and i’ll beat ya
to any other rapper —
i’m not lyrically comparable
i’ma written to bits
cause they literally terrible
[hook / chorus]
vision all blurred —
i’m so high
my bars are raising the bar —
i’m so fly
rock hugo boss, lacoste — i still
remain fresh to death, what?
yeah, it’s ftd —
just x the rest out
i’m fresh to death now
rock hugo boss, lacoste — i still
remain fresh to death, what?
yeah, it’s ftd —
just x the rest out
i’m fresh to death now

[verse 2]
ralph cologne —
smell the scent of it
thousand dollars on my body —
didn’t pay for one cent of it
crocodile kicks
uncommon style, b*tch
heads up and down
got ‘em bumpin’ like this
pop a pill
laying on my bed
watching tv
cigarette in my mouth
two oxys and a vb
bottle of lean to the left of me
spitting lyrical weaponry —
the single sickest individual entity
to ever step on a mic —
we infinite energy
i got a pencil
for anybody that’s testing me
watch a wizz whirl
got me jumpin’
yeah, i’m more under eight
of the third world country
rotten rhymes on my laptop —
what a reef, it’s the lottery
and constantly? jackpot
[chorus – repeat]
vision all blurred —
i’m so high
my bars are raising the bar —
i’m so fly
rock hugo boss, lacoste — i still
remain fresh to death, what?
yeah, it’s ftd —
just x the rest out
i’m fresh to death now
rock hugo boss, lacoste — i still
remain fresh to death, what?
yeah, it’s ftd —
just x the rest out
i’m fresh to death now

- alex jones lyrics

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