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psychopaths - disciples of the sick lyrics

bet one

i shoot to death for to prove my trowback
decapitation when i slide sweet my paranoia wax step
my responsible for minimun and max all the weed
that slam in it , scandalous and me
and my crew move strong like the coatelas
god make this sick powder like sh*t on bell
and the really night , so f*ck christmas, tequilas
freakaholic[?] gate so precious , so you stupid mdfks
better be ware or the hit than bring brand
and never compare on the weed
f*ckin presidents or the gate is real on the streets
we be wrong and that’s a feat
in the sick place round yo , we took for a necks
con f*ckin dozen livin in it real ,you ain’t ear or say yes
back turnback to trap up , going scar fancies running
like the bravos
testloks

i’m in the sealea with dimes in the tales
lookin to the evidence runnin
so the underground , i’m sort president
i’m the felt , livin in squeeze line , survive by h*ll
those in my mind , but past in the k!ll
takin the devil line devil line peace goes is real
i’m top to the hills
watch the h*ll is fongus
his name is with resume without left cum
hill’s in the props
wake in the devils dreams
i’m ahead of aelf of myself
i took of na just to prepare
i look up to the aky so off bet

chorus

we sick dogs where do pain a feel you life
with the death underground with you neck
with sk!ll to you neck i can feel the skin
what you feelin real night
this is trip mdfk

eggroll
intentions . where the as gunshot
no there are a pension if there are you
still erick is me
is barely my spirit
if is it move no ferry or smoke
marry is na get cleary test momentum
or is on the pain and test ,my mama out that used lost
to rain no regret , no boss feel the same and my blood
cause disciples goin insane discontrol
a ready n dora but six hail mary say don’t fodas
this is no hora , ain’t no sorry , and the sense [?]
doing n doing to my sensories
come on wrost to rap better histories

spinoza

i only play runnin on devils posted with open wince
trippin stiches from the order
i got pockets on sins , only as up
guess who post this life in the disciples of the sick
twisted malesa is upon the pain and never try it twice
paranoid psychologic victims and hole spiritms
versions merly is follow me
my fame as king get f*ck up. para poverty runnin on moco
or he most host , slam of me . i confront on the underground castle
and every scrip like the door thick it’s passable , the think unforgot
in the hold on because he ask , and my bed combination
like s*xy n a body. f*cken on a system that i woke up
and watch my death people try lost cost
is a cost [?]
catch peace catch it on black presidents

- disciples of the sick lyrics

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