Purple Flow Riptide
You talking galaxies and prophecies
And indicate where knowledge is
Soldier of hypocrisy, speaking when supposed to see
Pillar of the Moon, Servant of the Night
Fueled by chemicals, and soon a fiend of Kryptonite
It's the Sxlver truth, armor of a knight
Always dressed in black, I'm matching colors with my killing knife
Hunger of a pimp, jagged fucking edge
Longer I will wait until I sign my fucking pledge, uh
Bro, yeah, dude
It's funny, 'cause, like-
So like-
Your guys vibes, you and your homie
Ultra Be Thy Name, both of you guys together
I don't know, you guys are on your shit, man
You guys are on your fucking shit, dude
Swervin' through dimensions, dope and drank all on my table
Smokin' maple, I got powder on my nasal
I got blood all on my facial
I don't hang with people, let me rot alone
On my head I put the chrome, I slip the finger to get home
No, I never fucked with chains, bitch, I'd rather have a rope
Hung it from the ceiling so I'll wrap it round my throat
Rush it, vomit with some blood, all my cuts I gotta sow
I don't wanna do this shit again, fuck a styrofoam, uh
And indicate where knowledge is
Soldier of hypocrisy, speaking when supposed to see
Pillar of the Moon, Servant of the Night
Fueled by chemicals, and soon a fiend of Kryptonite
It's the Sxlver truth, armor of a knight
Always dressed in black, I'm matching colors with my killing knife
Hunger of a pimp, jagged fucking edge
Longer I will wait until I sign my fucking pledge, uh
Bro, yeah, dude
It's funny, 'cause, like-
So like-
Your guys vibes, you and your homie
Ultra Be Thy Name, both of you guys together
I don't know, you guys are on your shit, man
You guys are on your fucking shit, dude
Swervin' through dimensions, dope and drank all on my table
Smokin' maple, I got powder on my nasal
I got blood all on my facial
I don't hang with people, let me rot alone
On my head I put the chrome, I slip the finger to get home
No, I never fucked with chains, bitch, I'd rather have a rope
Hung it from the ceiling so I'll wrap it round my throat
Rush it, vomit with some blood, all my cuts I gotta sow
I don't wanna do this shit again, fuck a styrofoam, uh
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