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terror - infinity888 lyrics

[intro * infinity888]
red in my cup, mix in some syrup, yuh, huh, haa, yeah
heard a p*ssy boy talking, walkin’, haa, yah
f*ck you talking about, p*ssy boy, b*tch!

[verse 1 * infinity888]
i just f*cked your mom
she traumatized, vietnam, d*mn
i just got myself a k!ll streak, uh
p*ssy boy wanna come get me, aye
k!lled a guy last week he got, delete
defeat, k!lling on the loose got me sweet
he was talking reckless, so i left him on a stretcher
now he dead forever, he was talking sh*t, gave him terror

[interlude * infinity888]
f*ck, sh*t, ha ha ha, sh*t, b*tch
left him on the stretcher
b*tch wanna have s*x i’m like “whatever”
n*gga wanted to fight, at least i have a contender, uh, yuh

[verse 2 * csl]
i murder rap insurgents, sacrificing virgins
i’m swerving, your life roads taking a turn and
i’m parking that sh*t, 5 shots in the dark don’t get hit
it’s miraculous if your brains don’t go splat when i bl!ck
it’s lavish when i spit, i been in the lab penning sh*t
penmanship on ten, i’m bound to snap on this b*tch
send a sign to god that false facade has been falsified
i’ll never run out of fuel when i drop til my pen has been fossilized
illiterate alliteration, ill*strating with the demonstration
ink been staining the page and infiltrating your administration
d*mn this sh*t banging, better hope my anger’s restraining
or a world of pain is sure to f*ck with your imagination
i don’t f*ck with the false image y’all been displaying
i can’t sit complacent, if i don’t f*ck with you i’m gonna say sh*t
i’m the final boss of this game y’all been playing
leveling up, just face it i’m a god terrorizing, and you ain’t sh*t
[interlude * infinity888]
huh, yeah, that sh*t sick though, uh, b*tch!

[verse 3 * infinity888]
you ain’t say sh*t, choppa on me, aim quick
ironic how you were the one talking, pathetic
all of your music you been dropping, generic
i been crafting the style, gunsmith
all the whack rappers is a epidemic
cappers that are rappers, they need a medic
their flow is a synthetic, my flow is embedded
temperature rising, they tested for tricks
all of the lies, all of the spies, they all desperate
tempted to drive over to their houses and make them injected
sick of the hoes, sick of these flows, i’m sick of the
sick of the shows, sick of the woes, sick of the

[outro * infinity888]
sick of the, sh*t!
sick of my old b*tch!
i ain’t k!ll the opps but i left em’ with a stitch!
aye!

- infinity888 lyrics

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