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road rage pt33 - izzie gibbs lyrics

[intro]
yeah izzie gibbs, i’m back again and look at you, you’re p*ssed off
haahuhu
yeah i changed my image cah i don’t even know who i am still
shout out diz, [?]

[verse]
used to plead with the demons, leave me alone but they want a piece of my soul
no police in my home
police on patrol, plus fiends on the phone
putting food on delia’s stove then deal it in cold
this life is even i know, i’m seemed to let go
see me? i’m deep in the zone, don’t even approach if he’s really involvеd, i’ll turn the whole street bohemian grovе
sacrifice man like he’s an unborn
hand device kick, call it jean claude
brandish nice quick, think i’m a lost cause
family ties like a [?] and concord
got packs, said i want more
f*ck the world till my c*ck sore
still got keys getting chopped, you’ve got keys to your front door
i get tekky with it, said he mashed work but he never did it
if this sh*t don’t work i’ll be forever livid, there’s more pressure to be better init
don’t talk like you’ve got a special lyric
i’ll send man to where the devil’s living, so gone go get his spirit
[???]
can’t bring man in, yeah i’ve been active
can’t diss mans ting, said they don’t want war like an inch adlib
i don’t care what you’re benching, get a bang to the face for them gym antics
after the big bags in [???] watch it stretch like gymnastics
your big back chick gets gassed when the kings landed, cautious with that sh*t
clash of the titan sh*t, survivalist
couldn’t really decide to flip
the sirens ring, my minds a myth
try to think but can’t decipher it like hieroglyph’s
a siris iris and i’ll wife the b*tch
plug just supplied me with the nicest brick
but i’m still tryna find what alignment is, mum said if i don’t man are gonna end up inside the bin
and i don’t wanna sit in a prison cell, in prison i ain’t living well
got me in a kitchen with the scales, p*ssing pot looking like a witches cell, sickle cell, still let it shot if you’re in a cell
rated highly, i got one by the bridge as well
still burn it until the [?] k!ll himself
been to h*ll and back, lived to spit the tale
you can’t judge me you’ve never been..
i’d be lying if i said that my pagans are blessed, i might hop out like the veins in my neck
n*ggas are fake like the chains that they flex
my behaviours a mess, 9 times out of 10 i’ll feel straight in a vex
time to be grateful for death, still pattern up in the ends couldn’t pay me to rest in a grave with cement
mum still routinely taking her meds, every pill got her chasing her breath and i can’t lose her, already lost a lot
top of the list, what’s the plot
swear these fiends believe i live to shot, i hate this digi box
all this tweeting sh*t like ‘izzie’s washed’ see me in person and i’m really not
punch up a n*gga then diddy bop, milly rock huh i get busy what
peng ting tell my w*lly rocks, she uck me up until my toes scissor chop
f*ck the p*ssy, make it dripping wet
then it’s straight back to the nitty blocks, where the cats look like they’ve got chickenpox and n*ggas [?] when they flip a box
touch one of mine then you’re flippin lost, you’re due to go to a holy place that ain’t a synagogue
f*ck ell, i’m off the rails
kick back and i love to dwell but i’ve got grub to sell
i’m from bush, f*ck you and your [???????]
had no bringing’s, crack smoke chillin’
bando livin’, bando billin’
man are wicked [??]

- izzie gibbs lyrics

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