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proper hunters prey at night - dead antz lyrics

[hook]
i got a pack of marlboro reds in my pocket
i don’t know how many left, i light off like a rocket
i’m praying under my breath, i’m coursing through the gauntlet
the vermin inside your head are screaming ‘tell ’em f*ck it!’

[verse 1]
freak of the week
when i hit that speaker he’s a leaker he’s a
seeker of tweak
when i get that chica with those sneakers
man that sh*t is so chic
matter fact i’m gon hit my streak
matter fact its me sir on that visa on that lease*a thank you please*sir
it’s that bullsh*t
i don’t wanna rap one timе but i rap two time on the motherf*cking
bullsh*t
hе don’t wanna hit my line till he break that spine on this motherf*cking
bullsh*t
head just be soaking in brine though, hope that she call the right line though
and just know that she fine though, but i been drinking that wine though
i ain’t thinking
either i’m a freaking bottom feeder
i’m a leader with the sleepers, so we pop em till they bleed*a
then we heave em to the freezer, take a breather for your leisure
you’s a grieve*a, having seizures this is only just the teaser
switch*a off that, when i hit that swish*a all black
when i get that picture of the issue then we write this sh*t like scripture with
patricia arquette, you’s a faker and you the best
matter fact these thoughts in my head, got me up late instead
[hook]
i got a pack of marlboro reds in my pocket
i don’t know how many left, i light off like a rocket
i’m praying under my breath, i’m coursing through the gauntlet
the vermin inside your head are screaming ‘tell ’em f*ck it!’

[verse 2]
you wanted to use me up until there’s nothing left
well congratulations
there’s nothing f*cking left
i’m counting my bruises
she did a doozy on me
easy boy
seizin’ up so leave me
on the dirty floor you found me on
we never seein’ eye to iris
well hurry up
ain’t quick but you could catch me like a virus
then cough me up
i’m buildin’ a fortress on this island
i’m stranded on
understand that understanding’s violent
let’s move along
don’t worry bout me
i keep it a g
i’m more like the wolf
you more like the meat
don’t worry bout me
i keep it a g
i’m more like the wolf
you more like the meat
[hook]
i got a pack of marlboro reds in my pocket
i don’t know how many left, i light off like a rocket
i’m praying under my breath, i’m coursing through the gauntlet
the vermin inside your head are screaming ‘tell ’em f*ck it!’

- dead antz lyrics

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