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lirik lagu soul disposal – wildcard

[verse 1: wildcard]
in a life or death situation
what would you do to try and stop it?
(stop it)
when i pull up, gun up outta my waste
put it straight to yo face and c*ck it
(and c*ck it)
murder music, i prefer to use it when a punk motherf*cker looking at me wrong
and then actually have the audacity to ask me to rap on a motherf*cking sappy song
f*ck a guest appearance, i got the best of lyrics
there ain’t a soul in the city as raw
whole committee sitting pretty, getting sh*tty at the bar
watching b*tches pull titties out her bras
f*ck you, you, you
this is the life that i chose to lead
i could never be contingent smoking weed
i need hoes into coke and speed (speed)
i got the coldest greed
there any soul to bleed
that got scars on they motherf*cking heart like mine
how you gonna go and pick apart my grind?
pimping even in the dark i shine (shine)
i’mma lyrical monster
back on the block to haunt ya
pack a motherf*cking rocket launcher
get your brains blowed out when them thangs pulled out
i’m the illest motherf*cker in the genre (genre)
i got the worst appearance and the perseverance
all i wanna do is sustain my wealth
and remain as stealth as possible
cause these motherf*cking pictures won’t paint they*selves
so i got surface rage
i ain’t deserve the cage the d*mn punk ass f*ggots done placed me in
so i turn the page, now worth the stage
god d*mn that sh*t feel great to win
[chorus: wildcard]
soul disposal got me claustrophobic
got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
lost on oxycontin’s not often sober
thoughts getting brought up from the pot exposure
impossible to stop all these awful motives
options, i ain’t got
my life’s probably over
glock’s already c*cked, single shots exploding
so i’m unloading my
soul disposal got me claustrophobic
got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
lost on oxycontin’s not often sober
thoughts getting brought up from the pot exposure
impossible to stop all these awful motives
options, i ain’t got
my life’s probably over
glock’s already c*cked, single shots exploding
so i’m unloading my

[verse 2: dead poet]
i’mma twisted psycho in a vicious cycle
s*d*stic with unrealistic mic sk!ll
misfit
no*one give a sh*t how i feel
i hit the spliff then sip the nyquil
what you ain’t knowing i’m a beast on wax
i feast on tracks
we pull up along side your nissan max
and hop the f*ck out with easton bats
get knocked the f*ck out and your cheeks detached
chew, eating p*ssy betting with your t**th all smashed
you know how people on speed react
mixed with a little bit of weed and jack
tossed in a couple desert es and macs
i make motherf*ckers die with my illegal acts
braveheart swinging a medieval axe
been framed more times than jesus tracks
i get blazed and wonder in these days of thunder
wishing life would just hurry up and pass me by
i’m psychopathic, and my life is drastic
and i’m still coming down off a nasty high
yo f*ck the game, i don’t bust the same as these biting ass motherf*cking decoys spit
i stomp through the mud and f*ck through the blood
i ain’t writing that motherf*cking d*boy sh*t
[bridge: wildcard]
dead
poet
dead
poet

[chorus: wildcard]
soul disposal got me claustrophobic
got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
lost on oxycontin’s not often sober
thoughts getting brought up from the pot exposure
impossible to stop all these awful motives
options, i ain’t got
my life’s probably over
glock’s already c*cked, single shots exploding
so i’m unloading my
soul disposal got me claustrophobic
got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
lost on oxycontin’s not often sober
thoughts getting brought up from the pot exposure
impossible to stop all these awful motives
options, i ain’t got
my life’s probably over
glock’s already c*cked, single shots exploding
so i’m unloading my
[bridge: wildcard]
dead
poet
dead
poet

[outro: wildcard]
hahahaha

- wildcard

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