Lyrics

Siren sounds Hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town Blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds Sell their souls By the pound to make some gold Inside rolling up the mold Doubt ill be alive and old Young and fold Clear glass full of red liquid love prescription Breathing walls when the tablet kick in Old ignition burning gas to cure my livid Let me finish get a fucking second for the explanation of my Recollection why you nothing but a Slutty self centered cunt with a smelly one Got a smelly tongue burning russian creme when im giving up Livings tough prolly gonna stop it when ive had enough Way too young Room is smoked out like a frat house bet you pass out Ask how i be drinking popping burning louder than your bowl sounds Imma fowl mouth reaper in a hoodie bow down when i come round With the wrong crowd Siren sounds Hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town Blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds Sell their souls By the pound to make some gold Inside rolling up the mold Doubt ill be alive and old Young and fold
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