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Fake ass niggas don’t do they?

Flatline

Yeah, turn the lights out

Turn the lights out, turn the lights out

T-turn the lights out, boom!

Flatline

Let 'em out, let 'em out

Turn the lights out, turn the lights out

Yo, in my head, I’m feeling vain, I already went insane

It’s fucked up, one of my man’s went against the grain

A traitor is a nigga from the lowest circle

So you know you shoulda do what I would do

One two, one two, betrayed your crew

I bury your man deep until I get to another land

Like John Henry, I’m dying with my shovel inside my hand

But not yet, not yet, I’m taking a lot before I go

And since I’m thinking about every murder, I got

I leave your body smelling like a bucket of dirty shit

Dug in a dirty, dirty pit, the one the maggots walk and shit

The ones that rat, I’m feeding em to my cat

Lay down the plastic bat and mess around with the vat

To come drink the brew, it’s poisonous and it’s spoiled

And nigga blood red, I heads got boiled

From dark up your booze to a light spice, I slice

I’m not a human being, I’m a walking poltergeist

No one can feel the nigga Digger never ever eats

Oink, I get smoking, I debunk, and I put out a Flatline

Flatlinerz supper never finish what we say (x3)

When you step to my crew your step the fucking wrong way!

Stepping upon the grave is the wrong thing to do

To, do, and my crew is coming to you

Sends the owl is a howl

Is the reply when you die the burners are pissing em out

I burn the poor, I bury in deserts sin

Then I wither inside of a coffin and close the lid

He’s in pain, niggas hit up the spot and gave me wolf’s bane

Whose sane? I’m the nigga that murdered my Daddy’s name

Leave the two slain, who reign? I’m coming outside there shooting

Los Angeles, riot, I am looting

Werewolves, witches, dead zombie bitches

And a nigga with guns, and digging in the ditches

I’m a killer, civil-a, doing it like gorilla

Bullet body filler, thriller on a nigga like Barney Miller

Inside the room with the dead, I’m the red, I’m the ruler

Asleep inside of a casket, casket taboola

A pact with the Devil was signed for the niggas up on the Flatline

The whole human race is mine

I took him when he was a kitty and turned him to grimy and gritty

Then let him out in the city, what is he? What is he?!

Make way niggas and give me some room to breathe

Gotta cut another motherfucker 'cause it’s time to feed

I’m sick, I peep your brains quick

I’ll rip out your jugular vein and take a sip

Get caught, never loc, 'cause I’m too slick

You’re standing on a corner, got severed like a bitch

Snitched me to the wrong end up flexing on the block

Like you’re hard on my step up you get scarred

'Cause I creep from the crack like gasses, running

Through the grasses, smalls and masses, ashes

Up from the layer and the depth’s souls

Are being swept under the carpet, bodies on the market

And I brought the horrorcore four

Dismembered your body and dragged your souls through the slaw

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