Dellamorte Dellamore lyrics

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Baker Ya Maker


[Verse 1]
Stand the f*ck back, just give me my space
You talkin' too much but your words do not faze
We causin' the ruckus, I'm leavin' no trace
We tearin' the club up and catchin' a case
Ramirez the Warlock, I'm speakin' 'bout danger
A halo obstructed from bringin' the havoc
The ultimate savage preferrin' the suckery
Dope in my carriage, this sh*t will get tragic
You f*ck with the lunatic, b*tch, I'm the one
I rose out the grave, put that grip on this gun
Grey*59 and we do this for fun
Heck, boy, you loose with the smoke in my lungs
Cover the floor with the sacrificed blood
Spawn of the devil, I came from the sun
Checkin' the gun while I step on your throat
Step in my circle, get hit by the boat, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Lay on the grave, that's where we f*ckin' pray (Woo)
AK spray, take another life away (Woo)
You don't f*ckin' want it, get the f*ck out of my way (Woo)
Deadly like a plague, b*tch, welcome to judgment day
Run with the sawed-off, let 'em all off with the drop-off
Playoff when I shoot off and I playoff
Skates off when I evolve with the AR
f*ck around get your ass beat by the default
Walking with caution, we know that you scared
Beware of the beast in my devilish glare
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