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untitled song - a-mac lyrics

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i got a cast iron stomach, you can drink from my six pack
but when i diss track lone wolves all i get is a b-tch slap
so cry wolf before you quit rap, i know you’re that scrub
the dumb mother f-ck trying to make toast in a bathtub
i’m down to my last buck ain’t that tough
but i ain’t got 5 on sh-t, cos i know you don’t p-ss much
meet h-ll’s cubs, give a full twelve f-cks
i’m the type to support the devil cos no one else does
the populace feeds me oranges and weed leaves
i write with blood of foes to sign the coroner’s treaty
demons contacted me through ominous ouijis
read how we bombed mao zedong on communist weekly
i’m employed as satan’s sole worker my whole nurture
bunch of lies so i fund a life under skies with no purpose
your souls worthless and clueless, only here to boost us
snub hates you so lucifer’ll b-tt rape you lubeless

//chorus:
i choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards
all i need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars
i don’t tour on the b-tches cos they’re carrying zoonosis spores
trying f-ck me, but please… that’s why i hold this fork
//x2

all these accident anarchists can’t count with an abacus
claim you’re a star when you ain’t even an asterisk
follow blindly as if this were a m-ssive fist
eat up your sh-t like you were ravenous for laxatives
i’m having it with baphomet all i do is damage sh-t
but lucifer ain’t bad, it’s catholic books ain’t accurate
i spit magic gold bars through satanic soul jars
making havoc can you manage the whole cl-ss while i smoke gr-ss
i choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards
all i need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars
i’m one of the usurperous don’t think of hurting us
i’m three times a g’s mind i may as we’ll be cerberus
the asinine mastermind that’s f b i cl-ssified
because i made the pastor blind standardised the afterlife
the russian bred capitalist seen nothing yet
shoulders are stumps where i had three f-cking heads

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