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Damnchristian! - Sell Your Bones, for Your Youth Will Be Spent Soon Lyrics
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(Damn!)
Making my ends meet, bitch, I'm a threat, means you don't wanna step, G
Hit you with the one two, swing like a lefty, head cracked open like a mo'f*ckin Pepsi
Looking like a lick, bitch, please don't test me, gut you like a fish, leave you oh so empty
Eating like a king, I got mo'f*ckin plenty, I'm killing off hordes like a young Tank Dempsey
Just past twenty and I'm feeling like I'm sixteen
Catch a slipstream in the mo'f*ckin six speed
Bitch please, I don't got time, tryna get cheese
Shit seems that I'm on the hunt like a grizzly
Blitzkrieg on another bitch tryna diss me
Kill these pussies while their bitch gimme strip tease
Test me, end up looking just like a Swiss cheese
Cause I'm tipsy off the mo'f*ckin whiskey
Can't see straight but I make it look easy, you and I
We ain't from the f*ckin same species
Picking up the world like I'm mo'f*ckin Weezy
Drop it on your head, bitch, for tryna start beef with me
Hit a f*ckin corner, sliding in a f*ckin three-fifty
I just be drifting, hit a motherf*ckin' three sixty
I'm increasingly getting more and more crazy
I don't wanna see eighty, tryna die before I reach sixty
I'ma be wicked, bitch I'm motherf*ckin' evil
Light a giant fire to a motherf*ckin' steeple
Been the damn same ever since I was a fetal
'Cause I can't remember ever feeling like the other people
All you tryna take it from me like a f*ckin weasel
I'm just tryna get it, why I act so f*ckin lethal
All you f*ckin pussies steady tryna be my sequel
'Swhy I'm making waves, yall be stuck up and deceitful
Bitch
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(Damn!)
Making my ends meet, bitch, I'm a threat, means you don't wanna step, G
Hit you with the one two, swing like a lefty, head cracked open like a mo'f*ckin Pepsi
Looking like a lick, bitch, please don't test me, gut you like a fish, leave you oh so empty
Eating like a king, I got mo'f*ckin plenty, I'm killing off hordes like a young Tank Dempsey
Just past twenty and I'm feeling like I'm sixteen
Catch a slipstream in the mo'f*ckin six speed
Bitch please, I don't got time, tryna get cheese
Shit seems that I'm on the hunt like a grizzly
Blitzkrieg on another bitch tryna diss me
Kill these pussies while their bitch gimme strip tease
Test me, end up looking just like a Swiss cheese
Cause I'm tipsy off the mo'f*ckin whiskey
Can't see straight but I make it look easy, you and I
We ain't from the f*ckin same species
Picking up the world like I'm mo'f*ckin Weezy
Drop it on your head, bitch, for tryna start beef with me
Hit a f*ckin corner, sliding in a f*ckin three-fifty
I just be drifting, hit a motherf*ckin' three sixty
I'm increasingly getting more and more crazy
I don't wanna see eighty, tryna die before I reach sixty
I'ma be wicked, bitch I'm motherf*ckin' evil
Light a giant fire to a motherf*ckin' steeple
Been the damn same ever since I was a fetal
'Cause I can't remember ever feeling like the other people
All you tryna take it from me like a f*ckin weasel
I'm just tryna get it, why I act so f*ckin lethal
All you f*ckin pussies steady tryna be my sequel
'Swhy I'm making waves, yall be stuck up and deceitful
Bitch
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