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graveside terror - hidden corrupt club lyrics

syveria

yeah, hablas y tú no haces nada
tengo la pistola en mis piernas aquí sentada
dices que tú eres de calle, eso es una mamada
tengo a tu puta aquí montada
pull up with a blade and these b*tches they run
you a p*ssy mane don’t u say u k!ll n*ggas for fun?
where tf is yo gun? yeah i’ll make you weak
i’m not talking bout weakend
too many lines i can’t feel yeah i feel like
the weeknd yeah im smoking exotic
you smoking on blues you tweaking

numbfreezer

i got work up on the scale that sh*t ain’t finna sell itself
all my brothers raised in h*ll if 12 pull up you finna tell on em aye
got 10 toes on the ground
da yop won’t make a sound
you think that sh*t is sweet untill my dawgs gon take you out
you thinking this yo home you ain’t a dog this not ya pound
you ain’t smoking on dro i re*up weekly by the pound
and we ain’t feature on no songs so pay or take it down
get off on the wrong foot and you gon see what i’m about
xin

b*tch you best aim for da head, boy i best be dead
undead shawty love to give me some neck
these jeans look like sh*t but they cost a check
last b*tch left me looking like a wreck
but my new b*tch bad she hold my tec
bump country b*tch im still a redneck
tonatiuh way i put this heat through ya head
john marston movin w tha six shooter b*tch i see red

igarashi

2 molly capsules oou yuh
ima feel ight got my pupils
shakin still
see you thru the muf*ckin
sight still riding thru houston at night
in my pocket not a knife
in all white like houston
shining bright no more moving weight
like exercise i heard
your rat ass a mile away
aint sh*t civilized
you aint never been traumatized
i see it in your eyes f*ck
bein a good guy
ima villain commit crimes
all the time pedro got
a new pack boof bags and
some dabs hit him up cuz
i want grams
who knows?
he just might have supermans?
never let a suspect live
2 guns feeling like max payne
crop em out the frame and that’s another body i just gained
same raw paper
but its just a different f*cking strain popping
all these different drugs so i could feel amazed
aye im beginning to hear whispers seeing figures feeling dumb
and i aint talking novocaine white tee wit the bloodstains
might be from yo homies

cxrrvptxd

like helen keller at an orgy
who you f*cking with
accustomed to the talk
we be running pits
dont make me lock the switch
rob ya of them ricks
pusha with a couple bricks
got my walking stick
difference is
i leave them fearing sh*t
body parts split
split them dividends
this riveting
lets pop em then
demons in captivity
they sw*ng too loud
so let my city be
they’ll never understand
know this simply
this ain’t for you
extending hands timidly
the bull came out to play
andromeda

i’ve seen my death in a dream
in a dream i’ve seen you
i know that i should but i don’t wanna
rotting on the inside
if you broke, lil bro, get your bands up
“yo, andro, where’d you get that?”
y’know hidden corrupt, we don’t play around
they dead men if they against us
rise from your grave
“andronomicon” has become my only friend
rise from your grave
black magick; hcc will be your end
give in to decay, let it take you
give in to decay, let it take you away

- hidden corrupt club lyrics

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