PRECIPICE OF HEAVEN Undead Ronin

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Verse 1:
Motherfuckers talk that talk that
Pussy boy just run they mouth
Hollow point get loaded up and fired out
To send em south
Crowds drop from the lead I’m dishing out
Say you wanna go till the time is nigh you bounce
Fuck out my inbox I’m done with that shit
If you wanting to work empty bank accounts first
I don’t give a fuck about you bitch
I’m making waves
I’m bringing a taste of what’s to come
Believe I’m taking what I made
You playas claimin you so real but you faker then a jackalope
Im breaking down the walls you put up
Showing what it do
What it do busta fucka when the gun in yo mouth
You was talkin all that good shit now you crying out loud
Watch to thoughts spread out as the hot lead bounce
Now the blood drain out to the ground
Pronounce you dead
In yo bed
I’m thе reaper really rеaping
Bringing dread as I shred
All these bodies from yo posse
This that murder music mane
Hate coursing through my veins mane
I don’t wanna see yo face again get out my lane mane

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