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[Intro: ZARNOXU]
I wasn't even recording with the Snowball last time
Almost fucked myself
Shout-out Stxich, shout-out Ayazra, shout-out Kasper
Shout-out Counterlove, shout-out fuckin' Frat Club
Aight

[Verse: ZARNOXU]
Murder fanatic
Head in the back with a 12 gauge strap harassing happy faculty
20,000 in that bag when I blast that 80 marlin magazine and let the gash release
Blood flowing like flossing and tooth gaps
A ruger and 2 gats so where the hell are my rooms at
Calculate the newtons inside of my new raps
As demonstration of how I am brutalizing the school staff
Pure apathy crashes into my actions
As I massacre these bastards with gold rings attacking me
Splish splashing on acid packets
Making for collateral damage that causes stxich to caught up inside the tragedy
Kill hoes happily holding 'em on the balcony
While Bruce Wayne passively relapses on 'addys
Please, fall back like you finished a track meet
If you thought that you could fathom what we spat then you'll require vaccine
To pass me is a travesty
This NoDoz-sniffer is slap happy with casualties
Coke-nosed passenger ready to die slow in a pit of that hash oil that she gave me the keys sheesh
I got that nigga stxich's body in the back of an Acura, faggot covered in scattered dust
Soul of dark matter is all that he has stashed
But I'm shattering the fragments with the pre-recorded tracks with us

[Break: ZARNOXU]
That's a wrap, alright
Shout-out stxich, fuck

[Verse: stxich]
Define a dirty life through this pane
Dirty glass
Seeing blood on the grass
Dirty wrist and piss, got three wishes
And kisses from misfits
My lips, this lipstick taste like sunkist
Turning off the lights for the party full of blades, cocaine, switching up 'til the 'Oxys taking brains
And the tracks full of tacks laying down
But the fact is that ill rise up
And maybe drop down slowly
Falling off the bed bitch is tipsy off a potion
Let the chrome in, deep inside the headspace
Membranes will shatter
Like brittle bones from a ladder
So ecstatic for some power
Shower in the gold, ten hoes on my porch for some icy ass flowers
Dome piece caught a pop, so she dropped off the earth
And forget about her hurt
And all the wealth she inherit, so I'll tear it 'til it's gone
And ripping cherries from the trees full of green
Excuse me please, I'm not smoking from these bongs
Bitch you got me dead wrong, a long life
With knives and pipes full of gold stripes
One night is all that I ask, ace of spades and some flights