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r.c.s.k - sentfromiraq lyrics

[intro: hxlx]
augh!
f*cked up, b*tch, i’ll leave you f*cked up
f*cked up, ayy, b*tch, i’ll leave you f*cked up
f*cked up, ayy, b*tch, i’ll leave you f*cked up
f*cked up, ayy, b*tch, i’ll leave you f*cked up
i wouldn’t even keep you as a slave in my empire!

[chorus: sentfromiraq]
uh, c*c*c*count me out
b*tch, i wanna cut you up
watch her f*ckin’ throwing up
keep on f*ckin’ trying, b*tch, you ain’t gettin’ far (ahh)
stab, i twist it, bullets ain’t missin’
meds ain’t fixin’, wake up, i’m k!llin’

[verse 1: hxlx]
if you wanna die, b*tch, you gotta let me know (hxlx, yeah)
maybe another day, ’cause i’m kickin’ down the door (b*tch)
snorting on some fent’, she be layin’ on the floor (yeah)
can’t endurе the pain ’cause she’s just a f*ckin’ whorе
ayy, doesn’t f*cking matter
talk about money, i’m a go*getter
just dress like a r*t*rd, i don’t know any better
ayy, walkin’ through that gate and i’m f*ckin’ up the scanner
speed away with the whip just like bruce janner (let’s do this)
[chorus: sentfromiraq]
uh, c*c*c*count me out
c*c*c*count me out
c*c*c*count me out
b*tch, i wanna cut you up
watch her f*ckin’ throwing up
keep on f*ckin’ trying, b*tch, you ain’t gettin’ far (ahh)
stab, i twist it, bullets ain’t missin’
meds ain’t fixin’, wake up, i’m k!llin’

[verse 2: grave 718]
f*cked up, b*tch, i leave you f*cked up
stick that f*ckin’ knife through b*tch f*cking guts
paranoid as f*ck, i don’t know who to trust
but i stay sendin’ shots while you stay throwin’ subs
you a f*ckin’ b*tch, yeah, i know you f*ckin’ b*tch
yeah, i know you f*ckin’ b*tch
yeah, i knew you was sus’
when i up my f*ckin’ gun, lil’ b*tch, better run
and i’m shootin’ that sh*t up, i love k!llin’ sh*t for fun
i’ma end yo’ f*ckin’ life ’cause i do not give a f*ck

[chorus: sentfromiraq]
uh, c*c*c*count me out
b*tch, i wanna cut you up
watch her f*ckin’ throwing up
keep on f*ckin’ trying, b*tch, you ain’t gettin’ far (iraq, what the f*ck?)
stab, i twist it, bullets ain’t missin’
meds ain’t fixin’, wake up, i’m k!llin’
[outro]
necrosociety
allows you to be a terrorist and k!ll people
throwing bombs at the haters

- sentfromiraq lyrics

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