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Plague 0.11 Video (MV)




Performed By: SKIITHAGOD神
Length: 2:01
Written by: Jaheem Quartman




SKIITHAGOD神 - Plague 0.11 Lyrics




Dragged
In the plague

Too many glass souls
Trapped in the grave

Shards where my heart seem to lay

Cause I'ma slayer of the mind
And too infectious to the brain

I gotta blade

Pull the trigger
Empty clips in your face

If you run away
Find out for real that there is no escape
I'm changing the pace
She wanna f*ck but my heart is numb
Lil bitch i'm so numb
But i'ma f*ck that ill bitch till she cum

Don't f*ck with niggas
Stop asking for features

Sneak diss on me
Bitch you gone need a preacher

You made it deep
But i can make it deeper

I am a god
I'ma motherf*cking reaper

I am not human
Can call me a creature

You is a pussy boy
Sit on the bleacher

I know these niggas be really some eaters
Too far ahead you can't catch up by meters
Stop it
Boy stop it
I got patience but I'm running outta options
Got no options
Got no options
Spill some blood and turn that shit into a topic
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Dragged
In the plague

Too many glass souls
Trapped in the grave

Shards where my heart seem to lay

Cause I'ma slayer of the mind
And too infectious to the brain

I gotta blade

Pull the trigger
Empty clips in your face

If you run away
Find out for real that there is no escape
I'm changing the pace
She wanna f*ck but my heart is numb
Lil bitch i'm so numb
But i'ma f*ck that ill bitch till she cum

Don't f*ck with niggas
Stop asking for features

Sneak diss on me
Bitch you gone need a preacher

You made it deep
But i can make it deeper

I am a god
I'ma motherf*cking reaper

I am not human
Can call me a creature

You is a pussy boy
Sit on the bleacher

I know these niggas be really some eaters
Too far ahead you can't catch up by meters
Stop it
Boy stop it
I got patience but I'm running outta options
Got no options
Got no options
Spill some blood and turn that shit into a topic
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Writer: Jaheem Quartman
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