Stigma Action LORD DISTORTION (Ft. nAvvvi)
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[Verse 1: Lord Distortion]
Brand his ass bitch cattle
Drag him down, no shallow
Big strap hit back
Fucking slumped back, rattled
Bust that shit till his lungs catch shrapnel
All you fucks cap big
But we cut that camo
Boy, I'm boutta make his bloody guts ache fast
No stomach in your crew wanna come break bread
Cyborg in this bitch gotta come pay when
But your funds late, now all you fucks ate last
[Bridge: Lord Distortion]
Show me the causes
And show me your purpose
[Pre-Verse: Lord Distortion]
Tip toe, bitch
Got that big pole, bitch
Leave your self esteem where the fucking sinkhole is
Out of my circuits
[Verse 2: Navvvi ツ]
Red rum, red rum
Platinum in the grip tho, brown fro
Little did he know so, analytical
Little did he know he got the city full of grounded
Everytime he takes a breath his body get's so sounded
Now I've got issues, my brain start's resetting
I'm sacrificed tissue,I'm nothing but branding
My eyes they roll back, as the brew enter gullet
I cut off to shorten, I'm just like a mullet
Brand his ass bitch cattle
Drag him down, no shallow
Big strap hit back
Fucking slumped back, rattled
Bust that shit till his lungs catch shrapnel
All you fucks cap big
But we cut that camo
Boy, I'm boutta make his bloody guts ache fast
No stomach in your crew wanna come break bread
Cyborg in this bitch gotta come pay when
But your funds late, now all you fucks ate last
[Bridge: Lord Distortion]
Show me the causes
And show me your purpose
[Pre-Verse: Lord Distortion]
Tip toe, bitch
Got that big pole, bitch
Leave your self esteem where the fucking sinkhole is
Out of my circuits
[Verse 2: Navvvi ツ]
Red rum, red rum
Platinum in the grip tho, brown fro
Little did he know so, analytical
Little did he know he got the city full of grounded
Everytime he takes a breath his body get's so sounded
Now I've got issues, my brain start's resetting
I'm sacrificed tissue,I'm nothing but branding
My eyes they roll back, as the brew enter gullet
I cut off to shorten, I'm just like a mullet
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