Bleed The Wicked Menace - The Sacrifice
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(It resides within one's self
I believe that man creates gods in accordance with his own needs
And if he doesn't, someone else will create them for him. Who or what is Satan, to him?)
Put 'em on the ground with a MAC
Tell 'em run his pockets and I'm blowin' shit back
.40 cal to his door, watch the trigger make his flat
Leave his body fucked up in the alley where the rats
Turnin' (?...) skin up from his back
Takin' to the crib
Tryna make it to the mess
We've nevеr seen the killa like a Menacе that's the fact
Try to show you motherfuckers that I'm raw, fuck it
Shoot the bodies over that they brought up in the wall, I love it
Bitch im sick and deranged
All that's insane
Like they call me diffrent, and they call me strange
(?...), not tamed
I cut your body and burn it, make y'all feel ashamed
They gon' wear their weapons to fix on this game
I do not do this for fame
Sits on the gang and get (?...) in the brain
Copy on me, fuck the way they look in that frame
I'm a schizo maniac murder
I'll be settled at one of your crib
Fill your body with a hunnid caps down, I ain't play
When you see me get the blame
You're bitch
Shoot against me, you betray it
(?...)
The choppa (?...) sprayin'
Make sure everybody layin'
I got bodies in the cane
In the gang, on me motherfuckin' bang
(Satan is the essence of that which dwells within myself
What do you expect to state this? Satan is the pioneer, the inventor.)
I believe that man creates gods in accordance with his own needs
And if he doesn't, someone else will create them for him. Who or what is Satan, to him?)
Put 'em on the ground with a MAC
Tell 'em run his pockets and I'm blowin' shit back
.40 cal to his door, watch the trigger make his flat
Leave his body fucked up in the alley where the rats
Turnin' (?...) skin up from his back
Takin' to the crib
Tryna make it to the mess
We've nevеr seen the killa like a Menacе that's the fact
Try to show you motherfuckers that I'm raw, fuck it
Shoot the bodies over that they brought up in the wall, I love it
Bitch im sick and deranged
All that's insane
Like they call me diffrent, and they call me strange
(?...), not tamed
I cut your body and burn it, make y'all feel ashamed
They gon' wear their weapons to fix on this game
I do not do this for fame
Sits on the gang and get (?...) in the brain
Copy on me, fuck the way they look in that frame
I'm a schizo maniac murder
I'll be settled at one of your crib
Fill your body with a hunnid caps down, I ain't play
When you see me get the blame
You're bitch
Shoot against me, you betray it
(?...)
The choppa (?...) sprayin'
Make sure everybody layin'
I got bodies in the cane
In the gang, on me motherfuckin' bang
(Satan is the essence of that which dwells within myself
What do you expect to state this? Satan is the pioneer, the inventor.)
