$uicideboy$ - Fuck Your Culture Lyrics

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Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man
Triple the six up, I fuck my bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man
Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em
2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out a coma
Tell me how you want it, demons clinching on my heart, boy
Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherfucker Saint Bernard
Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me
Fuck the standard, fuck your culture, motherfuck a fuckin' a Grammy

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There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves
I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby
Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz
Trappin' like a chew baby
Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck
Hol' up, what the fuck you know of?
Rollin' the wool over the wolf and facing facts sober
These last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra

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