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Ur Final Message (Radio Edit)
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Ur Final Message (Radio Edit) was released on February 16, 2024 by Columbia/B1 Recordings as a part of the album Ur Final Message - EP
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SLICK KILLA
SLICK KILLA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SLICK KILLA
SLICK KILLA
Songwriter, Composer
Karoly Stein
Karoly Stein
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SLICK KILLA
SLICK KILLA
Producer

Lyrics

All that noise you hear at night when you're home alone
All this shit in my head, yeah, you don't wanna know
On your knees, beggin' for your life, aim my .44 to your dome
Now you're gone, knife, cut you straight to the fuckin' bone
Hand full of pills, don't know what the fuck they for
Kill them bitches, but you know the devil can't fuckin' overdose
Darkness takin' over all their souls, the look of terror on their face
Did nothin' but dispose the dead to form a deadly prayer
The fire burnin', never know, the existential question
You've been searchin' the depths of hell, filled with the forbidden pills
Poppin' with no fuckin' bells, bodies incased in the metal cells
Look into my fuckin' eyes, come face to face with the devil
Himself, fuck, suck your bitch out, no ever meet you fuckin' free
No light in front of me, the darkness is all I fuckin' see
Fuck your God, hang him up upon the fuckin' cross
Execute his fuckin' life until there's nothin' left of him
He's fuckin' gone, no eyes sever a bit soon, in this life you life to only die
Nothin' except the blastin', your life is takin' you, walkin' the passage
Every second, closer to your final message on the sentence to death
To all the motherfuckin' masses, bitch
All that noise you hear at night when you're home alone
All this shit in my head, yeah, you don't wanna know
On your knees, beggin' for your life, aim my .44 to your dome
Now you're gone, knife, cut you straight to the fuckin' bone
Hand full of pills, don't know what the fuck they for
Kill them bitches, but you know the devil can't fuckin' overdose
Darkness takin' over all their souls, the look of terror on their face
Did nothin' but dispose the dead to form a deadly prayer
Written by: SLICK KILLA
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