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shinigami

perfect darkness

 

perfect darkness


Data squad shit
GX blunt-force tactics

I'm here to paint a perfect darkness
Looking at the radar, looking for some targets
Smoking on that napalm, look up, see a gravestone
Posted at the gate of the castle like I'm Margit
Fucked up in the backseat, now I'm feeling nauseous
Head on a swivel, paranoid so I'm cautious
I don't wanna hear what you've been making, man, it's dog shit
I'm talking bout some raw shit, you talking bout some garbage

You don't wanna go inside cause it's haunted
Shit not working out, better try a different market
Perfect execution, it's so flawless
Bodies buried underneath the carpet
Floated in the clouds, now I'm falling
Posted with my dogs and they barking
You're riding on a wave that I started
They don't really like me 'cause I'm honest, yeah

I'm here to paint a perfect darkness
Looking at the radar, looking for some targets
Smoking on that napalm, look up, see a gravestone
Posted at the gate of the castle like I'm Margit
Fucked up in the backseat, now I'm feeling nauseous
Head on a swivel, paranoid so I'm cautious
I don't wanna hear what you've been making, man, it's dog shit
I'm talking bout some raw shit, you talking bout some garbage

Fuck it, man, I'm off this shit
I talk my shit
GX soldiers, bitch, I'ma call them in
Look like the walking dead when they're walking in
Take an L and move on, take it to the chin
Take it to the end zone, baby, do not trip
We be writing on the walls, I'm not talking script
Cans in my pocket, I be walking with a limp
Like a Beyblade, I'ma let it fucking rip
We go bomb the wall quick then we fucking dip

I'm here to paint a perfect darkness
Looking at the radar, looking for some targets
Smoking on that napalm, look up, see a gravestone
Posted at the gate of the castle like I'm Margit
Fucked up in the backseat, now I'm feeling nauseous
Head on a swivel, paranoid so I'm cautious
I don't wanna hear what you've been making, man, it's dog shit
I'm talking bout some raw shit, you talking bout some garbage

done

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