WRATH OUT DA SOUTH
SLYYE
GENRE
VERSE 1, SLYYE:
Feel the wrath of MISERY
Out the south I've come to creep
SLYYE is on the fuckin scene
And I'ma break ya fuckin teeth
It ain’t a muthafuckin’ front
I’m clickin’ with the M.O.B
With that dirty southern slang
That makes your bitches panties leak
I’ma make you fuckin bleed
For the mistake of testin' me
Step up to this playa's steez
If you wanna cease to breathe
In the shadows of your dreams
I persist like a damned disease
Foldin' at your fuckin knees
You bustas weak, now you deceased
Talk is cheap, bring the fuckin heat
Or you will feel the swang
Of this wicked son of hades
And I’ll test yo feeblе game
With the 44, I’m kickin' down your door
And bringing pain
Bitch it’s on in the south
Now you will gеt fuckin slain
VERSE 2, CRYPT1K:
Creepin' through the alley
Moving like I am a ghost
Burning bridges serving witches
CRYPT1K move from coast to coast
Schizophrenics manic mothafucka
Bitch I'm diagnosed
With this wickedness a sickness
Leavin' you hangin' from a rope
Got the tools to split you open
Leave you leakin' on the floor
Hella no, suffa mothafucka
Your soul gotta go
Watch you choke, begging for your life
You blood stained soaked
Bitch now try to talk yo shit
I know you fuckin won't
VERSE 3, ODIUM:
Feel the wrath of fuckin rage
As you burning in duh flames
Bitch its death to all my enemies
I'm pissin' on yo grave
Put the Ruger in yo mouth
Pull the trigger make a spout
I could see yo fuckin memories
They splashing all around
I can see you fucking fake
I could see it in yo face
Bitch you fuckin with a rattle snake
I'm sinkin' in my fangs
Give a fuck about myself
So I could take you bitches with
Come and push me muthafucka
Let me put you in this ditch
Aye
Feel the wrath of MISERY
Out the south I've come to creep
SLYYE is on the fuckin scene
And I'ma break ya fuckin teeth
It ain’t a muthafuckin’ front
I’m clickin’ with the M.O.B
With that dirty southern slang
That makes your bitches panties leak
I’ma make you fuckin bleed
For the mistake of testin' me
Step up to this playa's steez
If you wanna cease to breathe
In the shadows of your dreams
I persist like a damned disease
Foldin' at your fuckin knees
You bustas weak, now you deceased
Talk is cheap, bring the fuckin heat
Or you will feel the swang
Of this wicked son of hades
And I’ll test yo feeblе game
With the 44, I’m kickin' down your door
And bringing pain
Bitch it’s on in the south
Now you will gеt fuckin slain
VERSE 2, CRYPT1K:
Creepin' through the alley
Moving like I am a ghost
Burning bridges serving witches
CRYPT1K move from coast to coast
Schizophrenics manic mothafucka
Bitch I'm diagnosed
With this wickedness a sickness
Leavin' you hangin' from a rope
Got the tools to split you open
Leave you leakin' on the floor
Hella no, suffa mothafucka
Your soul gotta go
Watch you choke, begging for your life
You blood stained soaked
Bitch now try to talk yo shit
I know you fuckin won't
VERSE 3, ODIUM:
Feel the wrath of fuckin rage
As you burning in duh flames
Bitch its death to all my enemies
I'm pissin' on yo grave
Put the Ruger in yo mouth
Pull the trigger make a spout
I could see yo fuckin memories
They splashing all around
I can see you fucking fake
I could see it in yo face
Bitch you fuckin with a rattle snake
I'm sinkin' in my fangs
Give a fuck about myself
So I could take you bitches with
Come and push me muthafucka
Let me put you in this ditch
Aye
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