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Anger



From tip to toe anger trespasses

Traversing through my heart unwinded

Searching, yearning for me

Finding the truth to the t

Piling one by one

Mocking my state of luck

Exploding by a tonne

Burning through many

Rendering gold to ashes.


Lovelies precariously

Feigning ignorance

Deceiving the dumb

Converting the lustful

Coaxing all to play

an eternal game of perplexion

Building up the tension

Waning down through tides afar

Conjuring hatred

Leaving my heart tainted


There are no winners

God Forgive us for we are sinners



There are no winners

God Forgive us for we are sinners
 
Come down


From tip to toe all consuming fire

Traversing trough your mind

Spreading, clouding thee

Manifesting in ways unseen

Punishing thoughts roam loose

Joining together to form a noose

For your state of contentment


Turning joy to ashes


Contentment's celibacy

Turned to cheerful abstinence

In the treacherous sea

Of a warped mind


Lacking clarity

Extracting positivity

Surrendering to adversity


Call upon no deity to be

The solutions lies only with thee


Call upon no deity to be

The solutions lies only with thee
 
GUMMO

[Intro]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang!
I'll see y'all later, suuwoo!


[Verse 1]
Pop these niggas like a wheelie, nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them billy niggas and them Hoover niggas
You run up and they shootin' niggas, we ain't hoopin', nigga
Yo KB, you a loser, nigga, up that Uzi, nigga
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna f*ck, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that's really all I use her for, I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the , she fiendin' for some more
In New York my niggas don't Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case, a nigga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talkin' 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't f*ck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her, that's a sad ho, she a bad ho
I'ma f*ck her, then I dash home, to the cash ho

[Chorus]
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga


[Verse 2]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli', all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinnin' through ya block, like a pop shove-it
Shoot at me I'm shootin' back, I'm gettin' buckets
I ain't wanna take his life, but nigga, f*ck it

[Chorus]
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga

[Outro]
Scum Gang!
 
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