Untitled by Ska Lyrics

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Faded as these shades on my face, I win the race
Tell me how does losing taste? You're your own disgrace
What can I say, I got it. Aim the red dot and pop it
Squeeze the trigger, watch it pull back
I keep em at bay with the rat-at-tat-tat
I make you think, but my minds on the brink
Of mass destruction,Ya I'm something
You better believe when I say I'm corrupted
The night it consumes me like Pac man eats blue meat
The sun beats golden brown down to amuse me
Gotta gun em quicker, down the liquor
Just to wash away the taste, while I play my ace
And destroy your grinning poker face
In the bloody battle phase, When you run I chase
Till I scalp ya in a manic craze. Uh
Amazing as grace is, bitch just take a hit
IDGAF once your face hits the pavement
Chuteing and free basing, look at the lives i've taken
The mother fucking deaths I be escaping
They called me insane, I said I'm in pain
I got psycho social tendencies stuck in my brain
Got delt a bad hand, I finally understand
That I'm doomed to be a schizophrenic man
In this American wasteland
I try to count the days were I'm indisposed
Intoxicated, in shabby clothes
Strung out no doubt, so don't pout
Cause when I'm in town, there ain't no stopping my rounds
Got the goodies in the bag, they say I'm rad
I got fat stacks, in the mother fucking sacks
Don't fuck with us we pack mad straps
Cause the droogs we flip pay our addicted ass
Cash money, cashed bowl
Gashed guts, Al La Mode
Mic control, with the night time stroll
On patrol for another soul
Selling dro, wadda ya know, coming out the pocket of the 210
Clubbed to death, what a mess, I murdered that fool
Cause he wouldn't give it a rest
Soulless shoes, the undead blues, I cannot die
What to do? Funkified, Do or die, let me ride as I roll by
In your eye I flick my cig, And stab you twice with my shiv

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Faded as these shades on my face, I win the race
Tell me how does losing taste? You're your own disgrace
What can I say, I got it. Aim the red dot and pop it
Squeeze the trigger, watch it pull back
I keep em at bay with the rat-at-tat-tat
I make you think, but my minds on the brink
Of mass destruction,Ya I'm something
You better believe when I say I'm corrupted
The night it consumes me like Pac man eats blue meat
The sun beats golden brown down to amuse me
Gotta gun em quicker, down the liquor
Just to wash away the taste, while I play my ace
And destroy your grinning poker face
In the bloody battle phase, When you run I chase
Till I scalp ya in a manic craze. Uh
Amazing as grace is, bitch just take a hit
IDGAF once your face hits the pavement
Chuteing and free basing, look at the lives i've taken
The mother fucking deaths I be escaping
They called me insane, I said I'm in pain
I got psycho social tendencies stuck in my brain
Got delt a bad hand, I finally understand
That I'm doomed to be a schizophrenic man
In this American wasteland
I try to count the days were I'm indisposed
Intoxicated, in shabby clothes
Strung out no doubt, so don't pout
Cause when I'm in town, there ain't no stopping my rounds
Got the goodies in the bag, they say I'm rad
I got fat stacks, in the mother fucking sacks
Don't fuck with us we pack mad straps
Cause the droogs we flip pay our addicted ass
Cash money, cashed bowl
Gashed guts, Al La Mode
Mic control, with the night time stroll
On patrol for another soul
Selling dro, wadda ya know, coming out the pocket of the 210
Clubbed to death, what a mess, I murdered that fool
Cause he wouldn't give it a rest
Soulless shoes, the undead blues, I cannot die
What to do? Funkified, Do or die, let me ride as I roll by
In your eye I flick my cig, And stab you twice with my shiv