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All Hallows’ Eve - Inlarcus (Ft. K-Dratz & XELISHURT)
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All Hallows’ Eve Inlarcus (Ft. K-Dratz & XELISHURT)

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All Hallows’ Eve - Inlarcus (Ft. K-Dratz & XELISHURT)
Bitch you got me fucked up, I got demons in my body
Yah I'm poppin' all these pills, you know the drugs ain't be my hobby
Yah that motherfucker wanna talk back, when I hit him with a kickback
Threw it at his chest and he sit back
Threw him in the air like a tick tack, shoot him in his back, now he's runnin' in a zig-zag (yah)
Shot, shot, shot, on the bop, bop, bop
Yah put him in the burner like hahaha
Yah, poppin, another one, shit is my remedy
All of these niggas, I know they my enemies
Hatin' the fake love, they act like they friends with me
You talkin' that shit and I know you not better than me
Pull up with thе knife and I'm slashin' that face
Yah shooting the riflе, it spread like some mace yah

Took a break, I'm back now
Never gonna lack how
I'm always coming back now
My eyes see the right grounds
See the tombstone and I'll be raiding
Sit by the devil and I'll be raising
Spreadin' the vision, I never be missing, I always be spitting yah yah
I'm never bidding, the world I be spinning, I never really care for lust yah
I don't give a shit about what you're on, you've been far gone, this is my lawn
Raising fires, have no amends, this is the part when you pray for your sins ah

Bitch you got me fucked up, I got demons in my body
Yah I'm poppin' all these pills, you know the drugs ain't be my hobby
Yah that motherfucker wanna talk back, when I hit him with a kickback
Threw it at his chest and he sit back
Threw him in the air like a tick tack, shoot him in his back, now he's runnin' in a zig-zag (yah)
Shot, shot, shot, on the bop, bop, bop
Yah put him in the burner like hahaha
Yah, poppin, another one, shit is my remedy
All of these niggas, I know they my enemies
Hatin' the fake love, they act like they friends with me
You talkin' that shit and I know you not better than me
Pull up with the knife and I'm slashin' that face
Yah shooting the rifle, it spread like some mace yah
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