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Blaze Ya Dead Homie

E.O.D.

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Hardcore Rap

E.O.D. foi lançado em 21 de agosto de 2007 por Psychopathic como parte do álbum Clockwork Gray

Informações da música

ÁlbumClockwork Gray

Data de lançamento21 de agosto de 2007

SeloPsychopathic

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM80

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

Letra

You have selected Zodiac

Imprint

Time till we ball for pulling into the wishing well

Here's the world get blasted crawling inside a pit of hell

If you scared piss I'm dead and with the imprint I pull the trigger words in

That your head spurred liquid

Like breakfast for tapes, CDs for fake

Fuck this internet

Your neck can make the news fucking with our place

My mind adapts

Watch cake the edge off box this axe loose

She swings for any rhythm

We change your shit like some clothes

So it's out of the straight jacket and back into the nanny go

Sawed off bags, winter broken wood stocks

So we call them Jimi Hendrix cause the point of sound rock

Evolve or die

It's the seat in the side

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Evolve or die

It's the seat in the side

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

We're getting these rims from the land of the dead

You better cross when we cross

Get shot and stay fed

I turn them all

Turn them into monsters and be wise to the system

Cause Zodiac getting them

All us with the fandom

I don't see a place

Come with the shit embedded with twelve signs of the Zodiac

Imprint sick execution of an ordinary boss

To stand aboard daylight

Less than a setting when it's slant

My pop said I was born with three X's on my head

Yup JLV in black

So I told a friend

We fall like a storm to make the underground quake

Couldn't wait to make waste when they show

Make you think about your place

Kill them all

Kill them all

Evolve or die

It's the seat in the side

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Evolve or die

It's the seat in the side

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Kill them all

You motherfuckers

Program has been interrupted

Please rejoin Zodiac Mprints on Psychopathic Records

The label that runs beneath the streets

A lot of blood, sweat, and tears

Have sparkled hands and some pears

Go into everything you hear I've done over the years

The proud of the sun my mother would say

For every so often I return from the grave

With patterns of gray like clockwork I rise

With one black eye scars protruding inside

Blood trails like footprints in sand

DNA strand of a dead man

The undying one

The zombie's only son

Leader of the army of the dead soldiers

Roll out or get rolled over

Here I stand shotgun in hand

Forty-five and nine waistbands

Half man

Half dead

All juggalo I said

I screamed it aloud until my lungs bled

Spit blood on mic screams

This ain't a dream or joke

But they stare at most point out the gaping hole in my throat

But it's all okay

Their condition's that way

In the dark they will stay

Till my juggalo waves cause this is clockwork grave

Written by: Chris Rouleau

Rodapé do Shazam

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