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I been on venus for a couple years now
so i been calling hell my home
eight-seventy degrees, on a good day
liquify ya face and the lead for the gunplay
h-2-s-o-4 caustic, you best stop it
no evidence, sulfuric acid just to melt them bodies
heavy atmosphere, I'm talking 90 x
without the p, you fuckin with the clique, it aint gon work out
dippin out, the ancients called her lucifer
mighty comparable to becca monster
pokin’, probin at us, that nasa shit quickly destroyed
like a fuckboi tryna flex, when the team deploy.
murder rap, you know this shit the real mccoy,
employ a lot of goons strapped with choppers and they call ‘em toys
186 million miles per second, Venusian light-bringer,
too slow, to merc ‘em, so we finna quantum tunnel doe.
woah, event horizon approaching quickly.
so if he keep talkin shit, we make sure he never escapes.
thats the fate of a fuckboi
quit fuckin with us, bitch quit fuckin with us
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only zodiac we fuckin with is the killer
shove yo moon sign im more concerned with shit that realer
look, y'all can take this a fuckin trigger warning
bruh, imma spit it raw, cause the shit im hearing mighty boring
exploring the abyss with neil degrasse tyson
makin me feel mighty small, existential angst i be fightin’
why am i here, whats the reason for the shit im doing?
i dunno, but i know an answer all im pursuing
i be doin’ this shit erryday mu fucka
drop a verse on a rook, it aint nothin’ mu fucka
i finesse the track and straight up body mu fuckas
hit up becca, like, yo these some stupid mu fuckas
monster work the pole like a fuckin maniac
girl stay with the hella swagged out money bag
bands on the racks, ten racks in a stack
ten stacks in the stash, gotta make the shit last
doin’ dabs you woulda thought she was silento
stupid faded, gettin’ rid of work cause the rent due
who knew i woulda come back after two
and a half years with a new track, same trap
been bad, oh dag its mr always hella sad
with lil miss space unicorn and a blunt wrap
rollin up the loud, put a lil bit of coke on that
youngin kinda coo coo with the puffs, she a brainiac
where you at? bruh im tryna come thru
two tens in the trunk, stay bumpin’ my new shit
do it everywhere, motherfuck you
ignant bitches talkin shit, aint seen what we been through
y'all know we got hella problems mental
but the state of california says i aint a threat to me or you
true, five two five zero
involuntarily committed for a suicide i couldn't do
damn son, you need to show a little more follow through
start a lot of shit, never finish what you meant to.
(shut the fuck up) i been up for a couple days straight
at the point i just do what the shadow people say to
three monster, zodiac killer
i aint really know how to put the shit triller
hit ya friendly neighborhood drug dealer
becca know the plug, so for low we get the illest
three monster, zodiac killer
i aint really know how to put the shit triller
hit ya friendly neighborhood drug dealer
becca know the plug, so for low we get the illest
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