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villainous grin - mir blackwell lyrics

villainous grin lyrics
[verse 1: mir blackwell]
look, it’s the law of the land, tats on the hand, on that gang sh*t
armed with the hand, hand to the k when i bang it
dangerous, wayment, pop the beam, then i flame sh*t
and yeah, we do it daily, but n*ggas don’t ever claim sh*t
i told her just to hold the tip, king too cold with it
it was me, i turned ’em to a post, he tried approaching this
my n*gga not with memes, we too emotionless
tryna eat the fruits of my labor, then i show ’em where the ocean is

[verse 2: ciyo]
i tell a b*tch to mask up and get to robin or get slayed
nothing else to say when the only option is get paid
gun big, god hand tote it, i call it lil slugger
nina by my side in the lab, i call it lil tucker
knew he had a nui complex, we don’t see eye to eye
heaven sent chopper put a crack in phosphophyllite
he ain’t acting right, he get lefts, little mac sh*t
swear he got guts ’till his casca in a casket

[verse 3: 954mari]
berserk, we murder masses, spur the earth in a casket
this marvin martian blaster turn a person to ashes
colossal titan type, i will burn my burden in passing
you just a small fry, i will turn your turf into hashes
shigaraki, maybe i’m mahito, way my hands will move
hand to hand, i’m madara, few opps, i can hand it too
underhanded comments get you dropped like a paratroop
metal, pop it, empty his noodle, something like can of soup
[verse 4: mir blackwell]
if the loop is not a fan of you, we pop up like the phantom troupe
rob that n*gga blind, we took his twitter handle, too
play your cards right or exodia dismantle
got my eyes on the gold, tryna show you what these bands’ll do
big boss, drop a whole clan cause i’m p*ssed off
switch sauce, your dawg cursing me, knock your pits off
big talk ’till you see that n*gga soul lift off
chris paul, pass the round to ciyo, watch the clip talk

[verse 5: ciyo]
on some movie sh*t, load the clip, then i go bananas
leave you and a kin sky*walkin’ with them golden hammers
i’m ganon, the only man among these b*tches
b*tch samus, keep a hand cannon, rollin’ through the trenches
i’m picasso when i draw the weapon
he da vinci, withdrawing his last check as i’m pullin’ the pen
i feel like i’m richter, bringin’ ’em back just to k!ll him again
bullet in his bullet hole’s hole like he philly the kid, b*tch

[verse 6: 954mari]
foes only talking for the show like they gillie da kid
majin buu, i came to k!ll again with a villainous grin
meliodas, demon in the flesh, is he really a kid?
k!lling on command with this wrath, is it really a sin?
like hidan opps doubt and question if he really dead
pain path with the blaster, strapped like a city fed
asura, this head cannon different, you ain’t drilling lead
choppa put a cap up on his head like he philly bred, talk!

- mir blackwell lyrics

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