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Intro
01:28
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Leech (ft Instigate)
02:09
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This ain’t a book, no stories told
Empty pockets from the lies that you’ve been sold
You paint your picture of who I am
This way of life you could never understand
*This ain’t a joke*
I hope you choke
Your ego death at the end of a *rope*
Can’t stand you or the lies that you speak
Youre a Try hard , dick riding, fence walking leach
Claimed to be from nothing
Try to be like us
Said you’ve put your time in
But your story i don’t trust
Who the fuck are you
We are not impressed
By the time i turn around
You’ll be gone like the rest
Gone like the rest
Acting so sincere
But your motive is impure
Clout chasing sickness
And for that there is no cure
Fall in line and shut up
I can’t wait for you to fuck up
You keep leeching
Off this thing i am so proud of
Couldn’t keep your head down
Had to force it and be loud
Kill your fucking self
Cause you’re dead to us now
It’s over, times up
We’ve all had enough
Bury your excuses
Cause we don’t give a fuck
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Heartache and heartbreak
Is all I’ve ever known
forced to face this world with a heart as hard as stone
Not Defeated nor weak
No forgiveness that i seek
Pray to see me fail
Clasp your hands and fucking weep l
Silver or lead
Be careful how you tread
A man of my word
Standing by what I’ve said
Hardened by the world
So wicked and cruel
Can’t ever shake
what these streets will do to you
I’ve been here before
I know I’ll never learn
Sit back and laugh
As my world starts to burn
You wanted the devil, the devil comes in
Fuck you and your boys and the men you came in with
I spread blood for loved ones who shed none
Here’s a list of fools I’m afraid of.
Guided by those before me
I Surround myself
With those Who share the same story
Stronger
Than all against me
I’m The one that
you wished you fucking could be
Time washes over my soul
Same old story of heart turned cold
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Rotten
02:00
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I was told right from the start
You’re a junkie fucking bitch
With an ice cold heart
5 whole years
with my head in your vice
Almost took your hand
Now id rather take your life
Never left your hometown
Or the room that you grew up in (rotten)
Small town addict it’s all you’ve ever been
Knew it all along, it was never meant to be
Put up your front but this is your reality
This is not a love song
This is what you deserve
Rotten to the core
No purpose that you serve
This is not a love song
This is way overdue
From the bottom of my heart
Fuck you
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twist of fate,
or the choices you make?
you got a bad vibe,
a hundred people to blame
useless piece of shit
full of complaints
backhanded motha fucka
playin the wrong game
two faced
the common traits of a fool
ya too fake
must fuckin suck to be you
searching for the keys to the gate
I’ve got nothing for you
You’re the reason for my hate
I’m your means to an end
And if we can’t find you
Then we’re coming for your friends.
We can see right through
Your glass ego shatters
From the weight of the truth
twist of fate,
or the choices you make?
you got a bad vibe,
a hundred people to blame
useless piece of shit
full of complaints
backhanded motha fucka
playin the wrong game
this is for the snakes and the rats
you don’t belong and never will
i can promise you that.
deny deny deny
Till you’re blue in the face
Catch a one way ticket , outta my way.
you look sick with disbelief
crashing down to rock bottom
like a fiend out on the street.
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Can’t lose , can’t ever shut me out
You can’t win cause you’re always full of doubt
Eyes on me , what’s my next move?
Always fucking worried about everything i do
You can’t keep up
Too frail to try
So quick to quit
So quick to lay down and die
You can love me
You can hate me
But don’t got the balls to face me
Used to run with the big dogs
Where are you now
Can’t keep up
Too weak to try
We all hope you die
Where are you now
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Back of my mind
I’m evil by design
threads of hate
in all that i see
the memories
of the pain
In this life
devour me
rotting from the inside out
i’m shackled to the doubt
And the vices that plague me
bite my tongue
Hang my head
At the thought
Of being free
Now the joy is gone
Stuck on all I’ve ever done wrong
Never ready for defeat
i got plenty of teeth
Only one life to lose
sink into the cycles
twisted with regret
i’m slipping,
mentally vexed
can’t explain why i feel like fucking death
Threads of Hate
Irresistible urge
To express my rage
Tried many paths
But they all end the same
Maybe I'm not made for a life of grace
This world will keep pulling at my....
Threads of hate
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Working for the devil
Every day of my life
Paycheck to paycheck
No end in sight
Everydays the same
Everydays a fucking fight
By my hands you will pay the price
Work my hands to the bone
While you bask in fucking bliss
We are not the the same
I’m out here drowning in this shit
Next time i punch off the clock
I swear that’s fucking it
Catch you in the parking lot
Your head I’ll fucking split
Make a bet
With your lack of respect
The cards are stacked
Karmas come to collect
All my dreams are dead BEEN DEAD
Years of built up rage crashing down on your fucking head
Born into nothing there’s no hope in this life
Living every day in this lower class strife
Murders on my conscience I ain’t gettin in heaven
So much traffic in my house it’s like a 7/11
38 by my belly, put yo ass in the dirt
Got some killers ridin with me put a bitch on a shirt
Make a bet
With your lack of respect
The cards are stacked
Karmas come to collect
Tell me how you want me
Tell me how you want this to feel
My brother
You don’t wanna feel pain
You don’t wanna see life
But This is how’s it’s gotta be
Motherfucker
You put yourself in danger now I’m taking your life
You couldn’t rest in peace
So now you’re paying the price
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Street Power Boston, Massachusetts
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