Sacrilege YCK
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[Chorus]
From the east to the west, motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind, it has no limits, you just want someone to mimic
From the style to the sound, bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won't be contained, no soul or body can remain
[Verse 1]
Long long ago, I burned the crops and bathed in ashes
You so famished, you so parched, I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain't cut me free from all my sins
The gallows I will proudly die, the afterlife'll soon begin
Gone to insanity, causing calamity
Hanging from oak,I'm no one that you'd stand to be
Verbal atonement, the scripturе I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilеge, got no opponent
Bragging bout' clean slates, pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim, we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set, better show what you about
Bitch you better represent, you better fake it for the clout
[Chorus]
From the east to the west, motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind, it has no limits, you just want someone to mimic
From the style to the sound, bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won't be contained, no soul or body can remain
From the east to the west, motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind, it has no limits, you just want someone to mimic
From the style to the sound, bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won't be contained, no soul or body can remain
[Verse 1]
Long long ago, I burned the crops and bathed in ashes
You so famished, you so parched, I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain't cut me free from all my sins
The gallows I will proudly die, the afterlife'll soon begin
Gone to insanity, causing calamity
Hanging from oak,I'm no one that you'd stand to be
Verbal atonement, the scripturе I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilеge, got no opponent
Bragging bout' clean slates, pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim, we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set, better show what you about
Bitch you better represent, you better fake it for the clout
[Chorus]
From the east to the west, motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind, it has no limits, you just want someone to mimic
From the style to the sound, bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won't be contained, no soul or body can remain
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