| Operate straight so takin contaminated acid
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| Why you be sellin your soul? |
| We assassinate assassins
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| Am I hallucinating?
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| You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed
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| (Verse)
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| Makin future faction and drugs, the acid takes off the niggas
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| Who’s in now 'cause lick the blood of Sharon, take off her fingers
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| Off the handle, takin hard corpse masturbation
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| Get my pack so I spark in the gold course assassination
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| Pistol whippin, kill the bridge, triple 6
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| Screaming hard, rolled like the beautiful bitch with the dick
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| Every society but seize the criminals who deserve
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| Subliminal with the words, and every vision was absurd
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| Dope, feel the storm dancers rain down chronic shoppers
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| The coke need to cure cancer, perfect now they powers
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| Goon druggy type dog, psychedelic paint job
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| Doom buggy drive-bys, heretics — they hate yall
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| Prints by the acid tongue, death by the bastard’s son
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| Empire standards, one hell fire canyon club
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| Pocket dark confessions occupy obsessions
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| We personify homicide through the essence
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| (Hook x2)
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| Operate straight so takin contaminated acid
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| Why you be sellin your soul? |
| We assassinate assassins
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| Am I hallucinating?
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| You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed
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| (Verse)
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| Got the pigs written on the wall in blood passed the literal sick
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| This the ones begun, trippin in a call for numb, lifted tongue
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| Put this under me, horrid sons, shine 100 chiefs
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| War of dungeons of demons, 100 deep
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| Grimy zonin apartments and independent souls
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| I wipe off, can’t no private Jimi Hendrix shows
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| I’ve seen the symmetry of affinity clearly like Timothy Leary weary
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| Questioning every existing theory
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| Then we answer to the hallways of the all way
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| Crushed it like car waste, trippin like grateful dead court dates
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| I’ve seen satan and god raping your mom
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| Then they gone melted away, gloves and clamatian proms
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| Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine
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| All to my angels to murder squeeze with tex Watson
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| This shepard sent all after Bethlehem
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| But the guard nephilim, sitting in the center of attention plan
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| (Hook x2)
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| Operate straight so takin contaminated acid
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| Why you be sellin your soul? |
| We assassinate assassins
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| Am I hallucinating?
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| You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Acid Reflux , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп