Rapture

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I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
 Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
 Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
 You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
 I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
 Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
 Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
 You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
 Soon as the moon hit its peak, bound your hands and feet
 Placing my hand on your face, uttering Latin speech
 Pulling a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
 Soon as Vega hits the Zenith, I pull it and you bleed
 I don't respond to no beef, I would rather croak
 I'm too enlightened to speak, yes, I am too woke
 Pentagram on my skin, but just to provoke
 You to question and seek what you think you know
 Ayy! Don't pop, fuck dope
 Drunk at the Citadel
 Sip the blood of Christ
 Drive, now I got a DUI
 Old soul, really though
 Never leave my house, I don't wanna go anywhere
 'Cause in a full room, I'm alone
 No, I don't feel like I'm from here at all
 Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
 Makin' me a thing from a world where we don't give a fuck
 About what anyone else doin', I would rather not know
 I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
 Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
 Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
 You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
 I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
 Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
 Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
 You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
 

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Duration
02:11
Tempo
160 BPM

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