BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Dickface
- I got a cast iron stomach, you can drink from my six pack
- But when I diss track lone wolves all I get is a bitch slap
- So cry wolf before you quit rap, I know you're that scrub
- The dumb mother fuck trying to make toast in a bathtub
- I'm down to my last buck ain't that tough
- But I ain't got 5 on shit, cos I know you don't pass much
- Meet hell's cubs, give a full twelve fucks
- I'm the type to support the devil cos no one else does
- The populace feeds me oranges and weed leaves
- I write with blood of foes to sign the coroner's treaty
- Demons contacted me through ominous Ouijis
- Read how we bombed Mao Zedong on communist weekly
- I'm employed as Satan's sole worker my whole nurture
- Bunch of lies so I fund a life under skies with no purpose
- Your souls worthless and clueless, only here to boost us
- SNUB hates you so Lucifer'll butt rape you lubeless
- //Chorus:
- I choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards
- All I need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars
- I don't tour on the bitches cos they're carrying zoonosis spores
- Trying fuck me, but please... That's why I hold this fork
- //x2
- All these accident anarchists can't count with an abacus
- Claim you're a star when you ain't even an asterisk
- Follow blindly as if this were a massive fist
- Eat up your shit like you were ravenous for laxatives
- I'm having it with Baphomet all I do is damage shit
- But Lucifer ain't bad, it's catholic books ain't accurate
- I spit magic gold bars through satanic soul jars
- Making havoc can you manage the whole class while I smoke grass
- I choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards
- All I need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars
- I'm one of the usurperous don't think of hurting us
- I'm three times a G's mind I may as we'll be Cerberus
- The asinine mastermind that's F B I classified
- Because I made the pastor blind standardised the afterlife
- The Russian bred capitalist seen nothing yet
- Shoulders are stumps where I had three fucking heads
- //Chorus:
- I choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards
- All I need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars
- I don't tour on the bitches cos they're carrying zoonosis spores
- Trying fuck me, but please... That's why I hold this fork
- //x2
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