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must i spill all my blood - tha roka (razor) lyrics

[intro: tha roka]
hope you’re ready for this. strap yourself in. suicide attacks. tha roka. prepare for death

[verse 1: tha roka]
i lock myself in this room ’cause i’m sick of this place (ha!)
i gots no love and ashamed of my face (what!)
got a brand new razor blade, straight out the case (wow!)
open up my skin, let the blood drip, chase (ugh!)
down ’til it seeps through the cracks of the tile (tile!)
remember tha roka, i die with a smile (ugh!)
you enter the bathroom, scream for my love (what?)
then you fall to the floor as you slip on my blood
the terror’s begun, now i just drunk [coal?]
unidentifiеd and forced to die on my own
i’m being torn apart from thе silence alone
playing russian roulette as i cry on the phone
reaching to touch but my lungs collapsed
now my fingernails rip as i claw at the cracks
buried alive in an unmarked box
lost in the shuffle as wannabes rok
the globe is infested with fake ass rappers
that i crumble and toss like candy bar wrappers
the tomb of a k!ller hung from the rafters
epidemic spreads bringing global disaster
the book of the dead with a suicide chapter
speaks of a monster who beheaded his master
i take over villages, the throne is mine
and swing a sledgehammer that’ll cripple your spine
the most twisted and severed, i’m gory and clever
puttin’ ink to the paper like an anthrax letter
open up then suffer, the poison attracts
gonna force you to love me like a stalker attacks
i’m here for recognition, to shout out the truth
and spit from the heart ’til i die in this booth
[chorus: tha roka]
you still show no love (no love)
must i spill all my blood? (my blood)
you still show no love (no love)
must i spill all my blood? (my blood)

[verse 2: tha roka]
i fight through the ages, get lost in the pages
movin’ through the city, leavin’ cracks in the pavement
lookin’ for the moment to decapitate haters
that bite other artists like a pack of alligators
clone and then copy like single white females
i’ll snap ’em right off like f*cking lee nails
beast that’s [eager?], produced by [me too?]
tales of poverty and war for resale
take my hand, let’s cut through the drums
i rest in chicago, in the streets, in the slums
i will rise one day and make people run
in a mist, black enough to block out the sun
stab you more times with tattooing guns
i’m making a name and fighting for funds
long live the k!ller who talks to the dead
have you strangled to death if you get in my head
i shoot at the stars with bombs made of pipes
then tear down the flag and p*ss on the stripes
[chorus: tha roka]
you still show no love (no love)
must i spill all my blood? (my blood)
you still show no love (no love)
must i spill all my blood? (my blood)

- tha roka razor lyrics

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