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gods of the cemetery - omnichopper lyrics

[verse 1: down6]
all i do is stunt on stupid mothaf*cka’s
that obsessed with f*ckin numbers, i’m not talking views or money
stack like lumber, i rebuke the huntings, you’ll get sent to slumber
six feet under, imma loot and steal what y’all won’t f*ckin plunder
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y’all are not god sent when you spam the digits
i don’t even grin or laugh
on a sinner task, literally make a hazard that’ll track
flip you over like a gymnast on a mat
parodies will never reach up whеre i’m at
slam into the coffin and they gеtting buried, huddle by the middle, i’m the god in every cemetery though
you don’t have to be the villain, i’m just kidding and bidding that i’ll take you by the neck, when they overthrowned
i don’t give a f*ck about the motive, anybody can decode it
when i run up on the chosen one, i show them i’m devoted
spend no money that i’m holding, got the liquor and i’m toating what’ll make the brother fold up in a second to the goals
i’m too sick when moving bricks, a ruler to these fools and jits
so cruel with this to ease the ego’s off these drooling tools a bit
i’m cooling the mist, surround y’all in circles all spiritually, it’s no conspiracy b*tch
hear to see sh*t when they mirror my bliss, ain’t no curing these kids, what i hear isn’t it

[bridge]
y’all ain’t nothing but some rats
y’all ain’t nothing but some ass
y’all be bluffing with the brass
y’all be bluffing on your tracks
y’all be f*cking up my task
y’all be f*cking up my act
you can’t run away to the past
y’all can’t hunt when i’ve already dashed
[verse 2: omnichopper]
i’m murdering f*ckas’ who getting me p*ssed
they not gon’ be strong, they’ll cry like a b*tch
like methamphetamine addiction, never stop
they not gonna rest till they hit the top, them f*ckas getting multilated
by the ways i murder b*tches, call me jack the ripper
let them die when i’m the secret keeper
i’m goin’ insane with the gibberish sh*t
it’s reaching the point that i just want a hit
they ain’t givin’ up on the record, b*tch
and just like i said, you belong in a ditch
all of you idiots claiming so high
i’ve always been wondering if you were high
f*ckas, say goodbye, this is not a test
gonna leave you in a grave, with your f*cking last breath
you will f*cking die, better f*cking say goodbye
no one’s gonna come and help you cuz they cannot hear you scream
imma chop you up and stir you, feed you to your f*cking family
i’m gonna force them all to chew on all your f*cking flesh, b*tch

[outro]
y’all ain’t nothing but some rats
y’all ain’t nothing but some ass
y’all be bluffing with the brass
y’all be bluffing on your tracks
y’all be f*cking up my task
y’all be f*cking up my act
you can’t run away to the past
y’all can’t hunt when i’ve already dashed

- omnichopper lyrics

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