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god ov death - hexxlord lyrics

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death cult sh-t!
fillin up them body bags you b-tch
razorwhip make em flip,,
hexxlord spit sacred sh-t

creepin in the dark,and my pistol wanna talk
leave em with the mark,of the old gods that p-ssed on
mask up, or get mashed on
riots spark, and last long
frontin’ on the cult,and thats yo f-ckin -ss dog

72 demons in my ride and they be flexin hoe
616 in my head,it fuels all my aggression though
graveyard dirt, pistols out at the texaco
god of death, i steal yo breath, they know my sh-t in mexico

altar drip blood, and that mask feel no pain
parasitic,psychic brain, all that evil it contain

secret society stay my swag, mojo hand,f-ck louie bags
toe tags, on designer b-tches, turn yo trap house to a ditch
breath of fire, life of air, faceless god thrive in that fear
see me in public,stop and stare, hexxgod sighted, so d-mn rare

i wanna cut ya squad, i wanna sacrafice them f-ckin’ frauds
i wanna form a f-ckin’ mob, get your plug f-ckin robbed
i wanna gut a f-ckin opp, i wanna pull out the lungs
i wanna hexx on a b-tch, blessins’ painted on my tongue

flexx flexx flexx, flexxin like the god of death
breath breath breath, i wanna leave ya with nothin left
respect my set, death cult servin’ the test
i wanna wet, they, necks, if they comin’ in a vest

hexx, hexx, hexx, god ov death, i’m flexin’ b-tch
wet, they, necks, no breath and nothin’ left

- hexxlord lyrics

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