| It’s about to get worse, they wanna know
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| What does worse mean?
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| I’ll get back to you when the clock strikes thirteen
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| Fuck y’all feelings, position face down, shit
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| I roll another one, then I light it for getting grounded
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| I touch down, not a minute past thirteen
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| They wanna pretend my arrival was one of the worst things
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| But what do their words mean? |
| Fuck 'em anyway
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| They’re sitting around, just praying I put the pen away
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| Somewhat of a renegade, maybe not so much
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| Just squattin' on the bomb whenever the fuck it blows up
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| But really you know what? |
| Sick of you saying I’m jaded
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| They say that my flow sucks, it’s great to say I made it
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| The underrated, most hated and then some
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| I don’t repent, I toss it in the wind when the sin’s done
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| So gimme the big guns, behold the hesitation
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| I’m self-medicating this headache in hell pacing
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| Tell Satan to wait in a cell, patient
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| I’m burning at the stake, so whenever he smells Jason
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| I regulate, like a couple of
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| So shoot for something or fall for nothing like shell casings
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| Worth waiting, for fucking on five alive
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| Six times sicker than every senseless homicide
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| And like a quadriplegic, yeah I’ma ride on 'em
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| They wanted to battle, but I ain’t got the time for 'em
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| What is your focus, foe? |
| Fire away
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| Might as well, right? |
| Cause you can die any day
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| And by the way, burning black tops I be tarred in it
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| Like the second prototype of my bars are off minute
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| Y’all admit it, when y’all said it, that it, without a reason
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| I’m wondering why would they hate on me outta season
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| I’m looking around for something to put the trees in
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| And snatch my head off my shoulders to let 'the breeze in
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| We’s in the position of when, then again
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| We first must harness all the energy within
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| I’m still short of the duckets they wanted me to lend
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| And I got nothing to show for it but enemies
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| And it’s about to get worse, they wanna know
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| What does worse mean?
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| I’ll get back to you when the clock strikes thirteen
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| Kill 'em and let god sort 'em, I’m out, B
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| Repent and you can get the crown to heaven without me
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| (And it’s about to) get worse, they wanna know
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| What does worse mean?
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| I’ll holla back when the clock strikes thirteen
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| Fuck y’all feelings, position is face down, shit
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| I roll another one, then I light it for getting grounded
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| It’s about to get worse, when the clock strikes thirteen, thirteen
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| Deevil! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 13, artist - Godemis. Album song The Deevil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп