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don't test me - r4k45h1 lyrics

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[verse 1]
watch where you steepin’, i’m f*cking unstable
tie you to a table and feast on your face
sh*t go too fast, you can’t keep with the pace
looking at you, such a f*cking disgrace
gotta understand what’s the problem with me
i just look at myself with no point in reflecting
all of these thoughts growing vast as the sea
engulfing myself, it’s too much, i am drowning
f*ck it just test me
might the barrel be the last thing you see
pull the trigger, itching for that dopamine
it’s nearing your end, dont ask pretty please
got your b*tch at my crib, down on her knees
if she move an inch blow her head off with easе
you talk all that sh*t, but in person you’ll freeze
biting your neck off is all that i plеase

[bridge]
don’t test me, don’t test me
don’t test me, don’t test me
don’t test me, don’t test me
don’t test me, don’t test me

[verse 2]
phycho, demented, possesed with the blade by my side
cut ur mf jugular, watch you bleed till you die
make your life h*ll till you very last sigh
show up to ur funeral with a suit and a tie
you are not tough, get away from me
or i’ll show you sh*t that you should not see
like your family hanging down from the f*cking ceiling
the fear in their eyes, ain’t no better feeling
how do you think this is going to end?
smile on my face, with the saw on my hand
piece by piece i’ll chop you down
screams get louder, i love that sound
[bridge]
don’t f*cking test me, i’ll put you in the ground
don’t f*cking test me, i’ll put you in the ground
don’t f*cking test me, i’ll put you in the ground
f*ck, f*ck, ayy b*tch, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[verse 3]
f*ck, got crazy, just f*cked up your homie
no matter how many, you ain’t gonna stop me
rocket launcher, just blow up the spot, if you alive then you lucky
might just spit out the nastiest verse and kick back ’cause who gonna top me
might just kick in your motherf*cking skull in case that u trying to fw me
bro trynna talk, meet me in the moshpit
sh*t is so cold get your b*tchass all frostbit
if you think you can spit, mf just stop it
if i burn your ass down, you will be out of options
i talk with my hands i don’t fw discussions
cold face, blank stare, i show no emotion
the only thing i be feeling is f*cking destruction
knee to your dome, give your ass a concussion
uppercut your chin, make you head come out
since you act like a dog, imma kick in you in the snout
if you think you so tough, we go see what’s that about
roundhouse to your jaw, do you want*
f*ck all that whisper sh*t, we going loud
p*ssyboy want the smoke, turn him into a cloud
get you a red nose if you act like a clown
pull up to the station, blow up a whole crowd
all of these p*ssies just bring out the worse in me
online you a gangsta, outside you a furby
switch up to blood bin like we playing rugby
f*ck all the fame i’m just here for the money
i see you laughing, tf is so funny
imma make you my b*tch and call you my honey
or spit on your b*tch, put my d*ck in her tummy
rip out the organs, turn him to a mummy
[outro]
don’t test me, don’t test me
don’t test me, don’t test me
don’t test me, don’t test me
don’t test me, don’t test me

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