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Correct No Hay Tiempo Para Mañana Lyrics
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Correct No Hay Tiempo Para Mañana
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[Ill Bill] Murder poker, burner smoker, word to Coka Take you from your birth to the hearse to the earth homes, nice to know ya I spell victory “W-A-R” Walking through your front door spraying the AR Vaporized pools of breath, rituals of death Twin sisters giving head holding the pistol to your head Fuck listening to your lies, I put the pistol to your eye Rituals with live chickens and kitchen knives Jack up all y'all bitches, wives and your bastard children Stabbed and killed them, threw them off the top of an abandoned building Acid and pills, crack pipes, krillz, meth laboratories Slaughter married victory, death buried glory My nine pop you, TEC spray, you get bodied Ride on you like a Hells Angel on a Harley Heavy Metal King, emperor of the north star Devils forever bring endless war till we all gone [Planetary] Burning torture papers over forty acres Is getting more gory, haters ain’t no telling all your stories later This a death trap, the casket close No last kiss from moms, the gat’s exposed I see pallbearers as victims and raw terror It’s our era, our terror dome with a metronome don’t cause error Toe-tag mo' fags in a little bit Cops too, you know the boy Planet on that Philly shit Coka, Outerspace, murder, death, kill murder Music for the morgue, my mausoleums and y’all merger? This is blood where the flowers grow Livestock in a pine box where the cowards go I hate to be brutally truthful This a rifle, this thing could beautifully shoot you See the bullets ricocheting off of shit you saying Hit you point blank, official with the pistol aiming [Crypt the Warchild] This game is filled with parasites and opportunists That shit y’all do is gay, that is not a movement Too many acting goonish slash acting foolish I stash a full clip, put em in a trauma unit Gorilla misfit, mechanical arm Inverted crucifix chain piece, magical charm Turn Bible verses into tragical psalms Y’all wanna know what type of planet we on I’m strapped with a bomb yeah, and my pen is the detonator Make the world collapse soon as it press the paper Never seen a blue sky, never stressed a hater I only hear true lies, this is what I’m made of No time for tomorrow, never gonna settle later I don’t two-for-ones, I don’t peddle phrases I’m trying to rock yellow glaciers on a metal bracelet We build the city of God and make the ghetto spacious [Slaine] Odds stacked against a man, push him to the brink God’s sacrilegious plan, dog stacking hundred grands Tell me what you, what you think Got my butcher knife, I’ll cut you like it’s nothing Cause it’s nothing, now you gushing in the sink You ain’t nothing like your records, why you lying like you violent? You ain’t calm under pressure, you just harmless and silent Never been inside of this environment that I’m in My city’s like a jungle and my mind’s an asylum My moves are unpredictable, my rituals despicable My lyrics indestructible, my ticker is invisible Apparently these people isn’t into what I’m into It’s simple cause my feet are firm I never gave an inch to you I’m mental on the instrumental, loony off the snare Too grimy for the radio, they threw me off the air I’m an outcast, my forecast is rough and gloomy You can’t fucking move me dog, this ain’t nothing to me, come on!
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