[Intro: Godemis]
There musta been a demon by my side
Musta held me and led me to you
Look to the sky, it's the color of blood
Conglomerate Elements, get the fuck up
Yo, we don't give a fuck this time
Whoever's in this track...
[Verse 1: Godemis]
I'm here to kill slow and die quick
Ya'll can suck on my dick
Regardless what you thought Godemis'll be on some fly shit
Runnin' a blade across your throat before you self destruct
I done severed all your limbs and so there's nothing left to cut
For baby's mama, well I'm a leave you outta this verse
Probably wouldn't if it wasn't for the second and first
Version of this song, you pissed on, stupid, slittin' your wrists wrong
Obvious repercussions from any Donemis hit song
Fuckin' your bitch with this schlong
Long as she's makin' curfew
With alibis to tell
'cause I'm what you don't know to hurt you
And all our lies are failed 'cause you knowin' she like to flirt too
I even caught a glimpse of her tossin' it up to burn too
In verse two I may even spill out a name or two
Killin' it all before the battles like-
That's what I came to do
There's no shaming who got a severed head but some of 'em will
Be recipients of this punishment by lyrical skill
I chopped ya head
Chopped ya arms
Chopped ya legs
Chopped ya heart
Switched the single, included a sequel to Body Parts
For something or nothing
Fuck
We been bumpin' about a year or two
Back off if you ain't hearin' it, steppin' cuz I ain't hearin' you
Makin' it clear to you
That the virus has been injected
Just like Brotha Lynch with a syringe leavin' KC infected
And it's hectic enough without me guzzlin' Smirnoff
Frantically flailing butter knifes for cuttin' your limbs off
There musta been a demon by my side
Musta held me and led me to you
Look to the sky, it's the color of blood
Conglomerate Elements, get the fuck up
Yo, we don't give a fuck this time
Whoever's in this track...
[Verse 1: Godemis]
I'm here to kill slow and die quick
Ya'll can suck on my dick
Regardless what you thought Godemis'll be on some fly shit
Runnin' a blade across your throat before you self destruct
I done severed all your limbs and so there's nothing left to cut
For baby's mama, well I'm a leave you outta this verse
Probably wouldn't if it wasn't for the second and first
Version of this song, you pissed on, stupid, slittin' your wrists wrong
Obvious repercussions from any Donemis hit song
Fuckin' your bitch with this schlong
Long as she's makin' curfew
With alibis to tell
'cause I'm what you don't know to hurt you
And all our lies are failed 'cause you knowin' she like to flirt too
I even caught a glimpse of her tossin' it up to burn too
In verse two I may even spill out a name or two
Killin' it all before the battles like-
That's what I came to do
There's no shaming who got a severed head but some of 'em will
Be recipients of this punishment by lyrical skill
I chopped ya head
Chopped ya arms
Chopped ya legs
Chopped ya heart
Switched the single, included a sequel to Body Parts
For something or nothing
Fuck
We been bumpin' about a year or two
Back off if you ain't hearin' it, steppin' cuz I ain't hearin' you
Makin' it clear to you
That the virus has been injected
Just like Brotha Lynch with a syringe leavin' KC infected
And it's hectic enough without me guzzlin' Smirnoff
Frantically flailing butter knifes for cuttin' your limbs off
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