AYLIEN BLUE - BLASPHEMOUS13 lyrics

That's that poke

That's that shit nigga, you like that nigga?
I love that
It's that poke, it's that poke nigga
Thank you, with the Y Y ay

Ay, fuck it I'm letting this shit bang
These little kids get trained
Get fed up on slave trades, ay
Bullets and brains, and many men get slain
Defending the code of honor
While presidents get brain
Cracking the skully
A baby in yo mother's belly
We focusing on Israeli
And letting bombs on they families
Abusive lover, yeah
He is beating and reliving
If she tells him that she loves him
And doesn't know what the meaning is

And suicide goes by, everyday I might try
I couldn't cry, I'm numbing with this knife
And suicide goes by, everyday I might try
I couldn't cry, I'm numbing with this knife
And suicide goes by, everyday I might try
I couldn't cry I'm numbing with this knife
And suicide goes by, everyday I might try
I couldn't cry, I'm numbing with this-

Fuck it, take your life in a minute
You Dead to stare at my eyes
I wanna kill em', but I will never admit it
Uh if he starts swinging and misses
I'm gonna hit him
And let him grab a beretta, to make
The battle ahead of us fair, uh
Shooting the residents there
Like all you pessimists care
Pressing the premise, with all the
Plastic in the air, uh
Still in the depts of my layer
Writing the rest of the year
Grab on her purse
And dispersing murders that you-

May have already done and these
Bullets extract the funds
If you wanted to go and run, well
My nigga you are fucking late, ay
Minute, 20 seconds, I've already gone insane
I'm not even spitting lyrics, I'm
Reading scripts of my brain, ay
Fuck it I could let it go bang up in a minute
But you never see the image I'm
Pinning up on these children
Been feeling such a feeling of pain
I can't admit it
But I'll never ever speak it
Unless I'm feeling it seasick
Put it to your weak list
I'm feeding of these leaches
Don't crease these forces
They all black like that friends list
I'm speechless, yeah
Yeah my nigga, I'm speechless, yeah
Yeah my nigga, I'm speechless
Don't even wanna see this shit
That's up on screen 6
I rather go and hit 3 bricks
Before I eat piss, yeah before I eat piss
Uh, uh, uh, uh part 4

9-1-1, grab a petty pistol
I bang it into your skull
The choppa elevated, how im shooting shit up
And I'm never ever lacking, unless
I'm cooling with my love, uh
Niggas talking rough, uh
Rougher than my wrist, ay
Prolly' didn't get it, like this
Food inside my shit, uh
I could never trip, my nigga I'm never mad
But this president keep talking
Like we ain't gonn' tax his ass-ass-ass

Ay, ay

I'm feeling gone (yeah)
Lately I've been fucking up (yeah, ay)
Uppercut your fucking guts (Haha)
Then run up in that fucking truck (Ay)
Meet me in that fucking piss (yeah)
Slit my wrist in shit
Inside that demon picked up with yo sin
(yeah)