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power moves - ned bundy lyrics

[intro]
i hate you motherf*ckers [x6]

[verse]
i have strange luck
i hear the sounds of gates lifting up
i see the world through red eyes, never been enough
so i’m playing in this movie where nothing makes sense
everybody that i know is criminal, so pay the rent
ain’t sh*t changing, we gon’ ride
we gon’ get something tonight
life’s an ice cold b*tch, i gotta treat her right back
head of obedience * a dragon
all my people strike
when i c*ck back, headlock, pitbull bite
lockjaw, locking drawers
no b*tting for the pause
i’m a true american, i stash a pistol near my b*lls
shotty trigger, hairpin
put the barrel to the saw
mass demolition, watch the adversaries fall
my oppressors won’t be saved
throw them in the shallow graves
take a slice of the pain they giving us so they can taste
they own blood just to drown
underwater, underground
start fresh on this earth, knock these motherf*ckers down
shoot ’em down, shoot ’em down
i cannot wait for the sounds
of the screams i’m buried with
with no salvation around
i’m happy to be alive
and make everything rise to the boiling point that we need to survive
i’m done with this life full of lies
i’m on fire, nothing is surprise
i’m too awake and i’m too high
if an agenda makes me die, it’ll increase my power thirst
that’s why i’m breathing, running around on top of this earth
leaving cowards hurt
in denial, in turn
move into a pile of dirt
threaded barrels and silencers
crack an old man for violent words
make sure you stop breathing first
everyone wants to get rich, but no one wants to be cursed
third eye looking through the scope
meditation in the trench
untangling my ropes, sitting on the bench sidelines
i know when it’s time to go
interrupting all my plans, get smoked like a stove
it’s my time
time won’t stop it, i won’t either
energy coming out the speaker
and my chemicals in the beaker
i exhale ether
just to take my mind off
lost in my thoughts
call the shots astral
crime boss, molotovs
fire at all, picking locks, chopping blocks, setting shop
rough riding with a 9, 30 shots and i’mma pop
once i pop i won’t stop
empty magazines and sh*lls drop
piercing flesh like the talons of a hawk

- ned bundy lyrics

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