| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| I got these wicked ways
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| Creeping on a trick
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| Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse
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| Load the clip, wigs I split
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| Infrared in my hand
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| Murder was all on my fucking mind
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| Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine
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| It’s that West Bank killer walkin' 'round like thriller
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| Chop up the body and bury the brain
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| Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine
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| Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain
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| Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave
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| Tell me where’s your god when you’re trying to get saved
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| Tell me where’s your god when your body’s full of pain
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| Tell me where’s your god when your body’s full of pain?!
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| I’m gripping and whipping the pistol
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| The mission to make the blood trickle
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| The sickle the cell, I’m just so fucking sickenin
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| I’m sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked (Blood!)
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| I’m gripping and whipping the pistol
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| The mission to make the blood trickle
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| The sickle the cell, I’m just so fucking sickening
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| I’m sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Wicked ways
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| Black out the sun turning day into night
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| Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it’s a scythe
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| In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident
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| That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it
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| I sliced 'em, I diced 'em
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| Got blood on my white shirt
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| I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye
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| They heard that I died
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| Meet me in the graveyard
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| Tombs got my trademark
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| Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
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| In the graveyard
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| Tombs got my trademark
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| Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
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| In the graveyard
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| Tombs got my trademark
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| Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
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| In the graveyard
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| Tombs got my trademark
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| Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grey Boys , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album KILL YOURSELF Part VII: The Fuck God Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп