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6 foot deep cypher - goreoffline lyrics

[verse 1: rotten]
catchin’ bodies in the back
got an ar in the bag
stupid indians talkin’ ’bout some swag
yeah, you smell like f*ckin’ sh*t
f*ckin’ shoot you any day, yuh
i don’t care about a motherf*ckin’ b*tch
yeah, bullets in a bag
gonna put it in my bag
[?]
yeah, got an ar15, shoot you in your face
[?]

[verse 2: gorejit]
[?]
i was broke, now i got thots in a penthouse
d*d*different drugs, i’ma put ’em in my mouth*o*o
i got drugs in a bag, i got money in a bag
i got drugs in a bag, i got money in a bag
got h*lla free bands from [?]
yeah, this b*tch fat as f*ck, she eating pie
yuh, y’all can’t see the death in my eyes
death in my eyes
death in disguise
demons in my mind
beat his ass ‘n’ tie him up
run him up in bentley truck
got a glock on me, don’t test yo’ luck
yuh, magnum on mе, ‘n’ i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gun, i’m talkin’ ’bout that [?]
[verse 3: goreful]
necrosociety
me ‘n’ rottеn loadin’ up, pull up to the f*ckin’ vault
one less hostage, but it wasn’t my fault
cops on my f*ckin’ phone, bullets straight through his dome
yeah, my ex call me crazy, but she won’t leave me alone (goreful)
i got bullets if you wanna f*ckin’ share some
i take that band and i flip it like it’s redrum
f*cking pull up on me and we mag dump
r*t*rd lookin’ mad dumb (minecraft zombie sound)
he’s laughin’ like he f*ckin’ said somethin’

[verse 4: goreoffline]
i pop xans ‘n’ i got ’em in my throat
yeah, i hate these f*ckin’ f*ggots talkin’ sh*t, got a death note
k!ll a f*ckin’ f*ggot, steal my swag, it’s a quote
talkin’ all that f*ckin’ sh*t, but you don’t even tote
all these bodies in the bag, b*tch, i stack ’em in a boat
big steppa to my block, b*tch, yeah, i’m the goat
if that b*tch tryna leave, i’ma cut her f*ckin’ throat
blood bank, blood money, big guns in my coat
i just took some f*ckin’ fent, i’ma float
me ‘n’ goreful in the function, yeah, we smokin’ on yo’ b*tch
if that p*ssy tryna talk, shut his mouth, stitch it up
i got k’s in my bag, p*ssy b*tch, pull up
[hook: hauntgat]
talk down, get f*cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’*tweakin’
one*shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’, yeah
pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’, b*tch
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation

[verse 5: hauntgat]
peelin’ tire
uppin’ milage on the f*ckin’ f*ggot
feelin’ violent
could give a f*ck about it, what’s the point then?
steady grippin’
white knuckle grippin’, yeah, that is the method
stutter steppin’
the ak get to stutter, leave you riddled

[hook: hauntgat]
talk down, get f*cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’*in’*in’*in’
one*shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’
pi*pi*pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’*ayin’
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation

[verse 6: hxlx]
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
b*tch, you know i’m moving fast when i shoot
you can’t f*ckin’ hit me, i got kevlar in my suit
.556, hit you with that f*ckin .762
stupid f*ckin’ f*ggot testin’ [?] bullets
get the f*ck up
shut the f*ck up
shut the f*ck up
get shot, b*tch
get the f*ck up
get the f*ck up
get the f*ck up
get the f*ck up, b*tch
[verse 7: goreoffline]
aye, what’s up, guys? my name is 8am ‘n’ i’m a f*ggot who makes kawaii necrotrap
g*g*g*g*got a f*ggot that’s tryna steal my sauce
me ‘n’ rotten, yeah, we trappin’, muh’f*cker, we a boss (i hope you k!ll yourself)
steal my preset ‘n’ you think you bossed up
i got six figs in my f*ckin’ bank, take that loss (guys, i make necrotrap)
shut up, little f*ggot, yeah, i’ll beam
i got six on my wrist and you f*ggots just leech, yeah
hey, 6, how you doin’ gettin’ pegged?
yeah, you vr chat f*gs, all you do is just beg
coffin boy with a spinner in his hand
been like this since a jit, just to let you f*ggots stand, yeah
i been going h*lla schizo with my hand
i been talkin’ all my sh*t, but i’m making h*lla grand
f*ck yo’ b*tch, ‘cus i’m wearing all the brands
going psycho, all i see is these bands
going schizo, i don’t need no f*ckin’ friends

[verse 8: rotten]
[?]
stupid b*tch, i’ll get you shot, i’ll make you [?]
that sound that i hear when i catch you [?]
stab, stab, [?] hit you when i
stab stab, [?]
[?]
stab, stab, stab [?]
collecting bodies in my bas*m*nt, got a b*tch all on my d*ck
[?] when i pull up, you’ll be shi*i*i*
you’re a f*ggot, you’re a tranny, get the f*ck off my d*ck
[?]

[verse 9: goreoffline]
me ‘n’ rotten, yeah, we sim swappin’
if a f*ggot wanna talk, we gon’ drop him, yeah
ak mags ’round my f*ckin’ waistband
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m just addicted to these f*ckin’ bands
if that f*ggot tryna f*ckin’ talk, we gon’ cut his f*ckin’ glands
i been going h*lla stupid with my hand, yeah
i*i*i*i don’t need no f*ckin’ friends, need my bands
k!ll an opp ‘n’ i’ll bury his body in the f*ckin’ sand
k!ll an opp ‘n’ i’ll bury his body in the f*ckin’ sand
k!ll an opp ‘n’ i’ll bury his body in the f*ckin’ sand

[verse 10: gxner]
takizava spilled yo’ blood
and this [?] gotta give me access [?]
rappers out this [?] freakshow, give it up
everybody really baggage, tryna pick ’em up
i’ve been posted like a catfish that used to litter off
i’ve started life livin’ lavish, you can hit her up
[?] saggin’, this buckle, lift it up
give a sticky [?] pack, just so we can’t get it off
really posted like aladdin, i gotta lift it up

[verse 11: rotten]
i got h*lla bullets, down to yo’ spleen
one shot, then i got that magazine, uh
stupid little b*tch, you get f*ckin’ popped, yeah
next to [?]
[?]
take off that [?]
[?]

[verse 12: goreoffline]
i’m a gooner!
i been posted with a glock in my bag
i got blood on my trueys, why you tryna steal my swag?
if that f*ggot tryna talk, i’mma drown him like a rag
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
leave yo’ f*ckin’ body in a muh’f*ckin’ body bag
[?]
yeah, i’m going schizo, little b*tch, i’m off my meds
yeah, i will stab a little f*ggot just for being in a band
if you tryna talk your sh*t, then we coming for yo’ head
yeah i can tell you’re f*ckin’ scared, i can feel the f*ckin’ dread
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
i’ve been seeing [?] ‘cus i get a little [?]
in my room [?]
i just did some f*ckin’ ket ‘n’ i’ll bring the f*ckin [?]
[?] cuts in my f*ckin’ veins just to feel something real
k!ll a b*tch just to hear her f*ckin’ scream
yeah, [?]
seeing shadows in my room, i don’t know if they’re real
i’ma post your f*ckin’ body off of my bereal

[outro: goreoffline]
what’s up, guys? welcome to my grooming session, featuring hicartel. today, i’m gonna show you how to touch little kids in their private areas

- goreoffline lyrics

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