Codeine and Blood by TD

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[Verse 1]
 
My flows hits your soul more than the great recession
the dough seems to grow, its in the adolescence
The hoes seems to know whenever I am present
My sickness been kill'em, I am Legend
Man I the legend said "off with the head"
When she says a freak then Its off to the bed
Most problems has solved by violence,
so loaded glocks, couple pops, the block is hot
Still rhyming, send more of a "couple shots"
You won't see it coming like your whip became an autobot
Gather people, drop bombs, concerts like the holocaust
I'm cold blooded, nut alot, chicks says its like haagen dazs
Imma boss, holding Rick Ross after the bank is robbed
always got the 9 by me if the tape don't shut'em up
Ski mask, camo pants crew neck brass knucks'
Shout out Rob ford, man that dude really cracks me up
young negro with the brass cup,
Im more than king Arthur swinging the Excalibur,
Terrorizing nations with multiple massacres
Heating up the atomsphere till its like El salvador
 
 
[Verse]
 
Purp syrup got me moving like Zombies do
When beef's stirred up,
I come through like the nazi troops
Straped with
heavy machinery killing off all my enemies
till annouce on your LEDs that im Vlade of century
Vlade the Impaler, Teen causing terror
As I rap I crack the gats, and the earth starts to tremors
Its the earth bender. Beheading all these brethen
and the haters have been with dealt with and my flow brings terror
spitting sick with mind, mengitis germs in
when i'm deep in the grind, imma bit mudererous
talking ish, murder him. Throat slit, breathless
I lack ethics, the dripping blood like a necklace
yo check this, the bars man are endless
like a life sentence. that punchline was reckless
You'z in room full of 'bestos, where you tied up defenless
with dogs rabbies infected. Man I hope you get the message
The king has come, get on your knees
honour me or I'll send you in a sea of swaming killer bees
Sucess you can not see you got the eyes of japanese
Face me, you'll be in a state like Parkinson's disease
If that's harsh pardon me, starving rat searching for cheese
Spitting ice cold raps, your earbuds begin freeze up
Swing the blade, feds better clean it up
the Blood strained pavement, And my name has been engraved in it
like the hollywood stars.
 
Prince Darkskin
 
playing with rotten cacasses

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