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lirik lagu boneklava - black tar cypher

decay:
all black vetements, glock in my waistband
poppin all these f~ckin pills, shorten down my life span
p~ssy talking all that sh~t, but he won’t go band for band
talking all that sh~t, but you in my insights, you a fan

shooting up until i die, i don’t really give a f~ck
d~mn u really hitting that? ur b~tch is lookin like she muk
yeah im locked in, im in my zone, im feeling like a monk
p~ssyboy whimpering to minors, glad ur gone u suck

ass, at this sh~t
how the f~ck you get all that clout?
you is just a pay to win necrotrapper, theres no doubt
in my mind, like is this genre really going thru a drought

god you’re f~cking ass

gorejit:
i was broke, now i got bands and a penthouse
d~d~different drugs, i’ma put ’em in my mouth~o~o
i got drugs in a bag, i got monеy in a bag
i got drugs in a bag, i got money in a bag
got h~lla free bands from [?]
yeah, this b~tch is fat as f~ck, shе eating pie
yuh, y’all can’t see the death in my eyes
death in my eyes
death in disguise
demons in my mind
beat his ass ‘n’ tie him up
run him up in bentley truck
got a glock on me, don’t test yo’ luck
yuh, magnum on me, ‘n’ i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gun, i’m talkin’ ’bout that large condom
hauntgat:
talk down, get f~cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’~tweakin’
one~shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’, yeah
pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’, b~tch
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation
peelin’ tire
uppin’ milage on the f~ckin’ f~ggot
feelin’ violent
could give a f~ck about it, what’s the point then?
steady grippin’
white knuckle grippin’, yeah, that is the method
stutter steppin’
the ak get to stutter, leave you riddled

talk down, get f~cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’~in’~in’~in’
one~shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’
pi~pi~pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’~ayin’
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation

hxlx:
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
b~tch, you know i’m moving fast when i shoot
you can’t f~ckin’ hit me, i got kevlar in my suit
.556, hit you with that f~ckin 7.62
stupid f~ckin’ f~ggot testin’ [?] bullets
get the f~ck up
shut the f~ck up
shut the f~ck up
get shot, b~tch
get the f~ck up
get the f~ck up
get the f~ck up
get the f~ck up
inject:
[?]
yeah you lookin dumb
i got balenciaga on my feet
and i make that b~tch cum
[?] yeah you lookin dumb
h~lla moncler on my body can you see sh~t
all you f~ckin p~ssies tryina be me ion give a sh~t
im just posted in this f~ckin [?]
[?]
ima f~ck your b~tch yea she like that
everybody love decay and inject yeah they want a second body bag

kevlar:
fill your body up with cum im not offline
got a white girl in my arms she’s so fine
don’t gotta worry cos she’s not 16
all your shooters suck b~tch they just missed me
why the f~ck are all these n~ggas pedophiles
couldn’t pull hoes so you ruined many lives
nasty ass b~tch likes kids i’m not surprised
hope you f~cking rot in jail and then die
imma f~cking rape you like you would them
your d~ck so hard for kids like its wooden
you’re pathetic just f~cking k!ll yourself
hiding from the internet cos you’re impotent
put him in a cell right next to puff daddy
in minors dms asking for they addy
“diddyoffline” no this f~cker hicartel
p~ssy f~cking dipped from the scene cos he epstein
don’t you even know how happy it makes me
we don’t need that f~ggot talkin to these kids hoe
ran out of tissues but imma still beat my meat tho (to adults)
(this f~cker spent 400 bucks on a motherf~cking amv btw)
carried by a gypsy that’s career ending sh~t
drop a solo song n n0body streaming it
(goreoffline moaning lmao)
this f~cking grown ass man be moaning to minors
go see the sun b~tch open up them blinders
hope this f~cker doesn’t live near a motherf~cking school
guess he’s home jerking off to disney channel cartoons
gxner
and this codeine gotta give me excess, i can’t sip enough
rappers love to stick to have freakshows, give it up
everybody really baggage, tryna pick ’em up
hoes been posted like a catfish, yeah, you still livin’ rough
i started my life livin’ lavish, yeah, you can’t interrupt
truey jeans they really saggin’, this belt gon’ lift it up
keep a stick in with a mac, just so we can get it up
really posted like aladdin, i gotta make it out

rotten:
i got h~lla bullets, down to yo’ spleen
one shot, then i got that magazine, uh
stupid little b~tch, you get f~ckin’ popped, yeah
next to [?]
[?]
take off that [?]
[?]

boneklava:
pressin skulls and i put you in the f~ckin dirt
bl~~dy masquerade gettin all this guts on my shirt
wanna see that p~ssy boy suffer and get hurt
the sooner that u die is the sooner i get closer
satan and his henchmen are comin up
slicin up ur wrists and i hit you with an uppercut
hit ur f~ckin face and i wanna see you put down
i wanna see ur body writhe on the motherf~ckin ground
shoot a pedo in the face even if he comes around
one shot, one magazine and i put you down
one shot, one magazine and i put you down
one magazine and i motherf~ckin put you down
one magazine and i motherf~ckin put you down
yuh, i keep that blade tucked
tryina press me and u might run outta luck
tryina flee the crime scene ima shoot you like a duck
dollar store ho giving brain right in a track
(~coughing~ aw h~ll naw, finally holy sh~t)

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