Lyrics
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Intro
Slxughter
Chorus
Dark from a dungeon
Son of all assumptions
Fucking up your functions
Controlling your fucking mind
I'm like a different type of loco friction
Nice not in my diction
Might just stick my dick in tight
I can tell you tooth no bite
And don't wanna lose your life
Boy I'm dreaming lucid right now
Hope my tool hold fye
Verse 1
'Cause its pain when I walk in
Blow his brains on the carpet
Hella hate, in my heart
And I can't wait to cock it back and paint
Bitch on God I'm not a saint
Blood the forecast when it rain
Look outside eyes through the shade
Could try to run, nobody safe in this bitch
I got a blade on my hip
Dance like a rave for this grip
We not the same you a bitch
Chorus
I'm like a different type of loco friction
Nice not in my diction
Might just stick my dick in tight
I can tell you tooth no bite
And don't wanna lose your life
Boy i'm dreaming lucid right now
Hope my tool hold fye
Verse 2
G-get that room all lifted
I swing that tool out the whip
Let it boom on 'em
Yes it is your doom I'm gifting
Bitch got the face of a goddess
But like Satan in the garden
Fuck a cape on my villain arc
This ray ultraviolent
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