TR1PLEKILL!
How can you call yourself in your soul? A creepy doll sits on my right, oh Nobody cares about your opinion, Do what you were told, Can you sell your soul? All coins with gold, uh Nigga can't fold the paper neatly, Cold, FUCKING WRIST... huh, I'm not the one who wants to be bored, I'm the one who just wants more and more loneliness, I remember how I died of gas, hah, Died for money, gold and forget the past, YEAH, I got a second life 'n' a second CHANCE. HUH? The blade heals my WOUNDS, For my eyes the borders are invisible, BLEGH, God made strange noises before he DIED, Nigga can't pick a side, Italian girl love to hide, Brother-Nigga can be proud of anything, My soul's tearin' me apart, Behind my back is full of sins, I ain't a jeans seller, I did as I feel, uh, better, I had to write a letter... To a former bitch that I HATE HER, I saw her last night when she looked at me through the window with a strange LOOK, HAH, At that moment I lifted a sharp BLADE, yeah, I love to stand alone with a knife in a nook, yeah, I don't know how to love, I am used to only HATE, YEAH, I spat in the face of death, as fate spat on me... I will not let you go, You won't understand me, YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW, Where are you going to go? YOU'RE LOCKED HERE FOR THE WHOLE FUCKING LIFE... Let 'em talk their SHIT, In any case, I won't take it seriously, UH... Hold the gun barrel aimed at my head, YEAH, In any case, I won't give what you need, blegh, I've already choked with my own blood... I think it is very GOOD... I ain't give a damn 'bout your troops... I ain't used to workin' with a group, huh I do not like to smoke dope, uh, huh, To stay afloat - TIGHTEN THE ROPE, uh My fear is to look like I can't handle it, uh, My soul always says: “Blood and fucking battle are needed now", huh, hahaha... My older brother, fuck, Cannibal, All your brothers lead like fucking animals, I ain't need moral help, it ain't difficult for me, huh, But in the game you die first, And I'll get a triple kill... If you think I'm mentally ill, Then get away from my territory and kill yourself from the pills... Huh? SOMETHIN' DOES NOT SUIT YOU? NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU, This bitch is old, not new, My friend left her, they were a couple, HER SMILE SHINES LIKE DEW, OH, FUCK, SHIT, DYNAMITE, I BLEW IT SCHIZOPHRENIA, KNEW IT... I KNEW, THAT I HAD IT, I DID IT, THIS IS MY RECORD, Do you want to hurt me? THEN TAKE THE BLADE AND PIERCE MY LIVER, I'LL BREAK YOUR TOWER, I will take all the gold and become more bloodthirsty, I'm always a cut above, And I've a plan in advance, And who is here first? I did all this and went to rest, But after the game the bloodlust remained, And who's glorified here? Uh... Keep choking me in the corner, Let passersby think, hah, we've passion... Squeeze my neck so I lose consciousness, Can drag us into "ISOLATION" MODE, Uh, You can hold me by the throat as much as you want, Anyway my demons are in hunting mode, I just get FUN IN MY SICK IMAGINATION, Aye, I JUST GET FUN IN MY SICK IMAGINATION, I JUST GET FUN IN MY SICK IMAGINATION, I JUST GET FUN IN MY SICK IMAGINATION! I JUST GET FUN IN MY SICK IMAGINATION! I JUST GET FUN IN MY SICK IMAGINATION! YOU CAN DRUG US INTO "ISOLATION" MODE...
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