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Lord of the Dead, yuh Cured off my plague, yuh My wisdom ahead It's like I'm a vet, yuh Without no meds, yuh Clear in my head Lord of the Dead, yuh Cured off my plague, yuh My wisdom ahead It's like I'm a vet, yuh Without no meds, yuh Clear in my head So many times I've been reborn, been depressed and then I've grown bored I oppress the ones spreadin' scorn, this bitch cattie think that I mourned Need no bitch, unless you a whore, eat my dick my cum gotta be stored Feel my vibe, about to transform, feel my vibe, this rage I deform, yah Down the rabbit hole, fall and down we go, shoutout to the scroll, knowledge got your, soul, I don't know no more, a world so beautiful, turned hollow and now im the glitch, you know? You don't know what it's like, no, to see this world with a third eye, oh If you wanna open your mind, vro, the universe has all to provide, hoe Lord of the Dead, yuh Cured off my plague, yuh My wisdom ahead It's like I'm a vet, yuh Without no meds, yuh Clear in my head Lord of the Dead, yuh Cured off my plague, yuh My wisdom ahead It's like I'm a vet, yuh Without no meds, yuh Clear in my head Sev Sev Sev on a killstreak Murder pussyboys, why you stressing? Treat her like my toy, I'm investing Making money boy, I'm not messing I just light a room and people sweating! When I make demands, every single one they tensing I'm treated with respect all because of my progressing But I'll fight like a dog if you question my reflection God doesn't like my presence, cuz I won't stay a peasant Fuck catching bullets, I only bite necks Capricorn born, I'm the goat, and wherever I go, people always they paying respects If I'm not living my name, then I will annihilate, like a hungry hurricane Sev Sev Sev on a killstreak Murder pussyboys, why you stressing? Treat her like my toy, I'm investing Making money boy, I'm not messing I just light a room and people sweating! When I make demands, every single one they tensing I'm treated with respect all because of my progressing But I'll fight like a dog if you question my reflection God doesn't like my presence, cuz I won't stay a peasant
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