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another nail in the coffin - blood of abraham lyrics

another nail in the coffin, often
it’s when i’m kicking him in the braille
talking about i’m gonna make him pay the bills
while my whole squills i can get him dead and die, sack
pet a leg, tattoo president, self*evident

troop your respect, yo, ain’t
all that good stuff
and once you got the studio to know, i’m gonna call your bluff
my call blocks it just without a picking girl dead
where’s my hoodie, where’s my hoodie, where’s my honey, yeah
no matter what i do, i can never see him, if i’m the right one
ticking to my whole kind, i was therе to find a white one
two, three, four
trying to buy my own board
outta my mind, that’s why i gotta write it, don’t bе right for you
i don’t be right for me, too
or what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do
respect this too, respect this dude
the malls like the j. b. ‘s is coming on through
took to the battlefield around the list, that’s self*prod*a
another box of nails under cover
nine inches scratching down my back, i’m up behind, like feline
i know i’m gonna get my soul stopping
tears by my dropping
but if you ring the sun, they think i know i’m gonna top it with some nuts and some s*m*n
[?] upper p*man
so touching on my stomach, don’t you know i have to pee, man
yeah, you say no joke
you say no challenge, time i see your album hey, better be yourself
i ride around 2:29
put some free kicks, rap time, ready to go
i got no time, pick a word i said
is my being a hit much worse?
he’s just another nail in a coffin in a hurse
rhythms, rhythms, rhythms (x2)
just another nail in a coffin

tap, tap, tap, hitin’ half of the nail
we’re been over time building a box
with the bus where we’re gonna eat my time, yeah i’m only 20, check
but if i was the bus away, you better make a fat bet
that benyard’s got my back
get mine like a lumberjack
god, i make a dis of it, if i need a call from (bl**dy mac!) [?]
and i’m calling them all, a carman gets me in the holes
clipping up the negative nails, where (the b*lls!)
the sack, the scr*t*m
i turn them down and told them, don’t be looking through my stuff
i sleep at three hearts open wide
tell me what’s the reason you wish i’d die

i’m hitin’ all the nails on the hat because i’m fat
i’m hitin’ all the nails on the head till i’m dead
i’m hitin’ all the nails on the hat because i’m fat
i’m hitin’ all the nails on the head

wasn’t the straw, was the contractor boke the camera’s back
fun a fact that’s time to try and take another crack at me
chill, sit down, relax and have another cup of tea
yo, what’s up with this? if you’re a graph b and what’s up with that?
if you’re a graph c, oh f*ck it, i can’t afford a fee cause ya…

- blood of abraham lyrics

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