Hidden on the track, heavy metal, click clack
Treat the beat like my ho, I facef*ck her till she gag
Steady cruisin', cadillac, yo, true ally cat
Underground in the caves in the sewers and the rats
I still remember how it felt when I didn't have shit
Couldn't deal, put in the work like f*ck this rap shit
Now I'm back with some cash and a stack of the good shit
Walk the line, make me snap I go back on hood shit
I'm from Texas, best believe I got enough guns for it
Send bullets at your feet, yo, run forest
Run for it, run for it, run for it
Packin' chrome, cracking bones
Walking death, catacombs
Savage flow, let me welcome you to the magic show
And I'm sawing these bitches in half
Who'd have thought superstition was fact
Witches and wizards, exposing her innards
As I'm collecting the blood for my bath
Me and apostles we entered a pact
Enter the devil whenever I rap
All the impostors they call me a monster
And they won't stop giving me flack
But f*ck 'em, f*ck f*ck f*ck e'm
Leave 'em gushing like an oil spill
Rap perfection like collections
Left stuck up in the foil still
Flesh creatures, so disgusting, mechanical to the core
I detest the simple minds, dip my mandibles in the gore
Not standing this shit no more, anti-social I'm swinging swords
HRS overlord, raise the beacon and bring the hordes
To your shores
HiddenRoad - Magic Show Lyrics
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Hidden on the track, heavy metal, click clack
Treat the beat like my ho, I facef*ck her till she gag
Steady cruisin', cadillac, yo, true ally cat
Underground in the caves in the sewers and the rats
I still remember how it felt when I didn't have shit
Couldn't deal, put in the work like f*ck this rap shit
Now I'm back with some cash and a stack of the good shit
Walk the line, make me snap I go back on hood shit
I'm from Texas, best believe I got enough guns for it
Send bullets at your feet, yo, run forest
Run for it, run for it, run for it
Packin' chrome, cracking bones
Walking death, catacombs
Savage flow, let me welcome you to the magic show
And I'm sawing these bitches in half
Who'd have thought superstition was fact
Witches and wizards, exposing her innards
As I'm collecting the blood for my bath
Me and apostles we entered a pact
Enter the devil whenever I rap
All the impostors they call me a monster
And they won't stop giving me flack
But f*ck 'em, f*ck f*ck f*ck e'm
Leave 'em gushing like an oil spill
Rap perfection like collections
Left stuck up in the foil still
Flesh creatures, so disgusting, mechanical to the core
I detest the simple minds, dip my mandibles in the gore
Not standing this shit no more, anti-social I'm swinging swords
HRS overlord, raise the beacon and bring the hordes
To your shores
Treat the beat like my ho, I facef*ck her till she gag
Steady cruisin', cadillac, yo, true ally cat
Underground in the caves in the sewers and the rats
I still remember how it felt when I didn't have shit
Couldn't deal, put in the work like f*ck this rap shit
Now I'm back with some cash and a stack of the good shit
Walk the line, make me snap I go back on hood shit
I'm from Texas, best believe I got enough guns for it
Send bullets at your feet, yo, run forest
Run for it, run for it, run for it
Packin' chrome, cracking bones
Walking death, catacombs
Savage flow, let me welcome you to the magic show
And I'm sawing these bitches in half
Who'd have thought superstition was fact
Witches and wizards, exposing her innards
As I'm collecting the blood for my bath
Me and apostles we entered a pact
Enter the devil whenever I rap
All the impostors they call me a monster
And they won't stop giving me flack
But f*ck 'em, f*ck f*ck f*ck e'm
Leave 'em gushing like an oil spill
Rap perfection like collections
Left stuck up in the foil still
Flesh creatures, so disgusting, mechanical to the core
I detest the simple minds, dip my mandibles in the gore
Not standing this shit no more, anti-social I'm swinging swords
HRS overlord, raise the beacon and bring the hordes
To your shores
Writer: Andrew Terwilliger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid