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demon within - kabrit lyrics

kabrit: yo the goat and the spade back at it, again!
might switch the rolly flex my wrist like ben 10
have mercy on my soul committed to many sins
angels above but my demon can find the ‘evil within’
oh! let me stop rhymin’ nah i’m just jokin you know that i’m
lyin’
look! they got nothin’ to do but spyin
check a n*gga like a deal but no signin’
i’ll stick to my b*tch y’all hoes lookin’ for gold like you minin’
got a bad vampire b*tch, she sucked out my skeet and my blood
her p*ssy like a tsunami, had to evacuate she start a flud
anxiety in my motha’ f*ckin’ way like the mud
like how she hold my d*ck like it’s a hug (hold up!)

pressurin’ pain no bandage, different intellect there’s no
understandin’
prayin’ for forgiveness i’m chantin’, doin’ moves on that p*ssy
i’m dancin’
sizin’ n*ggas no walmart i’m scanin’, she bounce on my d*ck like
she is prancin’
i’ve done had it, hoppin’ to states no rabbit, like the sauce i
dab it!
shawty real bad she started a habit, fixin’ my life hand me the
ratchet
n*gga’s gettin’ to sweet they is some f*ggits, you stuck in
decay you is a maggot
they know that i’m toby, hand me the hatchet; speakin on a
watch i got me a gadget
demonic orgy, start me a sabbat; stop tryna look pretty life
ain’t a padgett
uh! in her p*ssy ridin’ the waves of blood no hawaiian punch
uh! i am a canibal call me cinnamon toast crunch
are you ready kids?! just to watch a talkin’ sponge?
she put my kids on her tongue no sour patch
yuh! you talkin’ sh*t i dispatch
look! like death stroke yes i did slash
uh! got a machete ya’ guts got gash
bruh! she beat my meat yeah she did thrash

lil spade: yuh! kabrit and spade, hop on the track and you know it’s gon slay!
look at the name that my n*gga’s made, all of em haters they look at us made
yuh! they know how we comin’, when they see us they runnin’
this ain’t a rock band but my n*ggas be drummin’

yuh! that be mob
it never gon’ stop til’ i reach the top
i kick it and drop, these n*ggas they flop
and when i reach the top, i’m finna…. woooh!

yuh! you can’t find no d*mn comparison
you can catch this bullet from 2*nines like marvin harrison
you already know, i’m talkin’ peypon manning
n*gga talkin’ reckless, his ass is gon get handed
yuh! hand him his ass then i grab the cash
i might just flip it then i hit the dash, you know that these bullets finna leave a gash (wait?!)
spade was done, i hop on for fun
yuh! exotic mob, already know we number one!

- kabrit lyrics

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