
Nine Inch Nails nascar aloe (Ft. Myagi)
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[Intro: Myagi]
Turn that fuckin' music down
Turn that fuckin' music down
Fuck you, you fuckin' idiots
You and your fuckin' skateboards
Fuck you, suck my tit (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Myagi]
Switchblade specialist, skulls on my necklace
Hol' up, wait a second, I am being intersected
I got voices in my head, he said "All you niggas is dead"
He want me to say that shit and then say "Yeah, that's what I said"
I ain't givin' up nothin' up to a bitch, no discussion
I ain't being interrupted as I speak, no shit
Four-fifth, whole clips, soulless
Home is frozen, no friends
No bitch, two Glicks, whole clips
Holy Bible on my table, sittin' in a hotel
Heard they was waiting for me outside, oh well
Switchblade in my pocket, buddy, you can't even tell
Blade take his life-force, bullet shells, hot as Hell (T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Cell)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Agh)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell (Fuck)
Turn that fuckin' music down
Turn that fuckin' music down
Fuck you, you fuckin' idiots
You and your fuckin' skateboards
Fuck you, suck my tit (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Myagi]
Switchblade specialist, skulls on my necklace
Hol' up, wait a second, I am being intersected
I got voices in my head, he said "All you niggas is dead"
He want me to say that shit and then say "Yeah, that's what I said"
I ain't givin' up nothin' up to a bitch, no discussion
I ain't being interrupted as I speak, no shit
Four-fifth, whole clips, soulless
Home is frozen, no friends
No bitch, two Glicks, whole clips
Holy Bible on my table, sittin' in a hotel
Heard they was waiting for me outside, oh well
Switchblade in my pocket, buddy, you can't even tell
Blade take his life-force, bullet shells, hot as Hell (T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Cell)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Agh)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell (Fuck)
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