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bio - 919slum lyrics

[hook: leechy!]
i was happy, i was fed
bit the heart, watch it bled
’til you f*cked up my whole life
like a bullet to the head
just a bad dog now, remington c*cked in my hands
put it down, in the night, where the moon shines a light
i’ve been lurkin’ through the moonlit pines
got a high*vis reaper on my side
pack a lip with razor blades, wanna play? we can die
smell of swamp in my backyard, feds wonder why
[verse 1: 919slum]
bringing out deer skin on my back, keep me warm
silver chain, big cross, that’s the fourth eye uniform
we the swarm, don’t conform, smokin’ action, jason bourne
no compassion for a wh0re, i chop with my blade, my sword
glisten in the night, b*tch, it always shine, it keep me company
twenty bodies under me, haters keep discussin’ me
b*tch, i’m f*cked up off of bad decisions
i been rapping for five years, i’m yet to get a mention, aye

[verse 2: 919slum]
utility knife orange like the sun
i got silver razor blades, b*tch, i hope that you do come
i’ve been off adderall and my brain gone numb
low iq, no hp, b*tch, i still go dumb
if i kept smoking loud, i would have no lungs
b*tch, when you smoke, hope that lace hits, b*tch, it stung
watch your body drop quick, exit, into dust
b*tch, you wanna bring rain but ain’t ready for the mud
what the f*ck? f*ck is up? i been up past 3 o’clock
mountain dew fill my blood, it be always “f*ck the cops”
head is hot, blood is boiled, don’t you lurk on hallowed soil
hear the shots, now you coil, no surprise, b*tch, you foiled
bury you alive, burn the casket you still breathe in
yellow eyes, b*tch, i ain’t ready for a demon
zombies, lobotomies, b*tch, i’m in cement
great cryptid leave me deep in the sea, end
[hook: leechy!]
i was happy, i was fed
bit the heart, watch it bled
’til you f*cked up my whole life
like a bullet to the head
just a bad dog now, remington c*cked in my hands
put it down, in the night, where the moon shines a light
i’ve been lurkin’ through the moonlit pines
got a high*vis reaper on my side
pack a lip with razor blades, wanna play? we can die
smell of swamp in my backyard, feds wonder why

[outro: g*man]
time, doctor freeman?
is it really that time again?

- 919slum lyrics

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