Heaven Bound Blue Magic

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Varg Tiller

Ayy, who the fuck in the house?
Paranoid, still got my Glock in my hand
I'm hearing shit and I'm seeing shit
He ain't say his name, almost shot my mans
They like, "Pap gotta get out that house"
I done grew accustomed to this house
Junkies run in and run out
Work keep coming in, we don't run out
Nigga run in, he won't make it out
I got evil thoughts in my head
I wanna kidnap one of my opps
Tie him up in an abandoned basement
Grab a crowbar and beat his face in
Take pliers and break every finger
Knock his teeth out with a sledgehammer
Cut his feet off with a chainsaw
Then drop him back off to his mama
Gang won't let me do it, they think I'm wildin'
I got high watching Hannibal Lecter
I'll do my opps like Hannibal Lecter
My bitch said she scared of Hannibal Lecter
Long live Hannibal Lecter
I got more money than Victor Victor
Give up your shit, bitch, it's a stickup
Shot two niggas with this gun and sold it
I move like Marlo, they move like Boldy
Ooh, he caught a body over petty money
I'm from the Lower East, I'm really touching money
Snatch your chain, we ain't even touching money
Pistol whip your face like, "What the fuck is funny?"
I can't wait 'til I get done with this shit
Made up with my ex, now I wan' fuck my bitch
She got a fake side nigga, she tryna keep it a secret
She came to me after he bought her Victoria's Secret
She ain't link that nigga for the whole weekend
He gon' be like, "Damn, this nigga came back and got his bitch"
In his room, heartbroken, crying like he ain't that bottom bitch
Bitch never wanted you, bruh, she was just hurt 'bout Pap
Even when she was with you, she was hoping I come back
I did, I got her, now nigga, that's that

Varg Tiller
On God