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misfits - illtrix lyrics

[intro]
public enemy number one! public enemy number one! public enemy number one!

[verse 1: lil manyak]
public * public enemy number one, a menace to society
the work of satan plain sh*t, my mother must have lied to me
outside stabbed a reverend with a church key
tell me your darkest stories, you can confide in me
your deepest secrets, i promise to keep it
unholy alliance unable to bleach it
born most wanted, no way you can exit
so watch your f*ckin’ mouth before you die, don’t make it leak out ya
i’m over this! so how you finna do sh*t?
try to act hard when you pull up in a moshpit
pull up to your crib and you beggin’ us to stop it
two sh*lls, then we twist your body up and drop it
sv in a vicious 2020, dealin’ the doom of everything acting buddy buddy
it’s a war of hate, so we stay trippin’ bl**dy
through some dirt pits, our shoes are caked muddy
from all of these years stayin’ on the grind
like sub*zero, b*tch, i’m pullin’ out your spine
we headed to the top, now’s our time
step on your back and your bones get realigned
i got a couple screws loose like what do i do?
pass me your ass ’cause i’m feelin’ cuckoo
i hope you learned your lesson ’cause you only get one chance
if you f*ck up in this world you not gettin’ resurrected just like that
[chorus: doc gruesome]
i’m a misfit, i’m a motherf*ckin’ misprint
there anybody that be hatin’, get your wig split
audience hold your breath, i’m the angel of death
if i’m comin’ for you, then you know what comes next
b*tch, all the pain that i’ve felt over the years
backstabbed and betrayed by the ones i’ve called peers
things are coming to an end and i’m goin’ out with a bang
you remember me when i’m on the front page you go insane

[verse 2: z of firing squad]
spark a circle dark rappers and my purple herbal
slash you with the currency a factor
you get the capricorn h*rns, i was born
my daddy cracker so i drag you with a tractor
call the chiropractor, he got soullessness and stature
try to p*ss on me like urine, know i’m devil with the clapper
me and mine, the devil lesson listenin’ to banter
sh*t it’s good to see your laughter, b*tches suck me on a cr*pper
stinky for you attemptin’ slappers with their pinky
slinky, you play with me i’ll stretch until you’re sleepy
h*llhouse, sh*ttin’ on the soil, they can’t see me
if you tie it up and leave me, hustle drippin’ like some fiji
i’d soon together grant with misfits, beasty
i know a lot of rappers’ b*tchin’, it’s cheesy
a chicken at chopping instrumentals, this sh*t easy
then i drippin’ it down, i hold a bucket to the barbershop, no freebies
someone to help me, you can’t smell the gasoline
you probably got bodies in the desert, ’cause if i’m dead the devil free me (let’s go)
the way we knockin’ isn’t rockin’ who want to meet me
probably chillin’ where it’s steamy, smokin’ ounces off a bleezy
then we gone
[chorus: doc gruesome]
i’m a misfit, i’m a motherf*ckin’ misprint
there anybody that be hatin’, get your wig split
audience hold your breath, i’m the angel of death
if i’m comin’ for you, then you know what comes next
b*tch, all the pain that i’ve felt over the years
backstabbed and betrayed by the ones i’ve called peers
things are coming to an end and i’m goin’ out with a bang
you remember me when i’m on the front page you go insane

[verse 3: doc gruesome]
slowly makin’ the most but ain’t n0body pushed me
’cause they don’t really want to see what’s up under my hoodie (nah)
.45 glock, b*tch, pull up where the block is
dump the whole clip into both eye sockets
f*f*f*ck an opp, burner make your body rot
save your family the shock, k!ll ’em if they talk to cops
pull up on the block and leave the sh*lls there
see the game change, i’ma need what you got
so tell me is you f*ckin’ with it? got a whole gang of trixtas
steady runnin’ with it and they’ll never forget if you
stay runnin’ lip, better keep the heat up on you
hope i don’t know where you live or else you f*ckin’ finished b*tch
i got a problem and it’s known as the human race
pick on me, you all a f*ckin’ disgrace
i put a gun up in your face and see if you can embrace
the ideology of me disposing all your remains
you little b*tch, you shouldn’t f*ck with a trixta
keep the burner on me while i’m sippin’ on elixir
throwaway phone for if a b*tch need a fixer
never switch up so why you actin’ like a b*tch, bruh?
singe your f*ckin’ body ’til you nothin’ but a mister
shoot at the opps while i’m f*ckin’ your b*tch blood
a grudge is somethin’ that i don’t hold on your life
’cause if we got a beef, b*tch, it’s ending tonight
[chorus: doc gruesome]
i’m a misfit, i’m a motherf*ckin’ misprint
there anybody that be hatin’, get your wig split
audience hold your breath, i’m the angel of death
if i’m comin’ for you, then you know what comes next
b*tch, all the pain that i’ve felt over the years
backstabbed and betrayed by the ones i’ve called peers
things are coming to an end and i’m goin’ out with a bang
you remember me when i’m on the front page you go insane

- illtrix lyrics

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