Ragz Bastard - Revenge lyrics

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Ragz Bastard - Revenge lyrics

[Verse 1: JoshJudo] You kick and scream throw the car in reverse, Soul flying free who has time for a hearse Decapitated heads I'm just riding on my horse Stop playing games when I'm trying to write my verse Don't judge my motives Your life - the reaper stole it All you see is red and black my family's not Polish Loud sounded thunder gotta try and find the foliage Abuse the finisher, leave a b**h n***a folded Beats Shirley in her Temple, knock a wizard off the broom Doctor was drugged, shove you back in the womb A love lost, house carried, gently by balloons Opposing ? deadly d**hs taken over soon Don't apologize, you had your chance to cry No antidote venom crawling up your thighs f** being known, all I wanted was the prize Puke your guts up, I'll exterminate the flies [Verse 2: Moshpit Molly] Reveal your blade as the battle begins Level playing field slashing at your shins You're calling it a crime, I'm calling it revenge Clean up the blood, patience running thin And in the end, create a beautiful sin [Verse 3: JoshJudo] They want to critique me, blood is seeping Running through your mind like the words I'm speaking Abuse your chakra points til' your ancestors sleeping Metaphors complex, leave you dumb n***as thinking f** up your life DNA missing three rings Mental Lightning Blade, mitochondria's leaking Hopes in my voice cause the pacemaker's beeping Song starts to end as the whittle starts weeping [Verse 4: Ragz ba*tard] Finna power up, my n***a reaching new heights And breaking old limits n***a we ain't got no gimicks Just the coolest n***a spittin' In the booth I am a Dentist, on my pension Its lethal like the a** shots on a thick b**h Robert De Niro, in casino, the way we stash chips The goal is to get past rich And you can be my Emma Stone, getting stoned, we can get lit Do you believe in evil, I'm Benny Segal, riding in an 87 Regal I'm too lethal, like poison beetles What i spit is magic like Shaq diesel Coming with that Iron Man that's my war machine like Don Cheedle, You want that fireman spitting ether, cooking sh** up like a frying pan And all you n***as pinheads like I'm Dirty Dan