Текст песни Gone. - Tacet

Dreams of my funeral
Hate only suitable
Pain only usable
Stress been the Root of all
Boom
Metal on me this my crucible
Boom
Metal army get the roots involved
Woof
They don't wanna see the two revolve
Oof
Feed my dogs now that the shooting start
Oof
I'll shoot from a distance and I'll kill you in an instance
Get back bitch you ain't know me like that
Get back bitch
Ima show you why i rap
Tryna set me up at ya muthafuckin show bitch?
They ain't really know that I'm tuckin with the four fifth
Two times you'll fold kid
You don't want war bitch
Ready aim fire
Dont fuck with
No liar
I'm addicted to tha drama
I'm addicted to the comas
Ima swerve it like I'm Nana
They aint never settle problems
Settle with a lesser version of me
Charge it to tha game
Avoiding the fee
Third world posse never accepting defeat
Hell has created the only one T
Gone, gone
Why i feel?
Gone, gone