AVALANCHE lyrics

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
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[Verse 2: STONEMAN]
I'ma wash these lens
I'ma serve these heads
With nerves and lead
This swirly spread
You ate my bread
Drank from all my red
I look a mess
Pullin' raw smonk
No, pullin' raw ends
No skull in my head
This sh*t is all mech
This sh*t is all mess
I’m under this press
Feels like I shuffle through puddles
Feels like my hands in the gutter
Lookin' for tunnels
Pull me in prone through the puzzles
Now I’m at your shutters and screaming and stutter
Don’t scuttle, don’t scatter
I flip, it don’t matter
I flip, it don’t matter
I flip, it don’t matter
I flip, it don’t matter (Don't matter, don't matter)
I flip, it don’t matter
I flip, it don’t matter, don't matter
[Verse 3: fades & BRUHMANEGOD]
Lil' bro need a bone, break him off like Kit Kat
She draining on my phone, cut it off with your chit chat
16, charged assault, got hit with a wrist slap
Got a white boy, keep a piece like a knick knack
I'on wan' kickback
I'on wan' sit back
Can’t get too ferocious
Smokin' on impact
Get back, get back
b*tch, get back
I'm the lead role
Gleam like a star
Orion’s ecstasy, you more his bar
You a damn knock
Smokin' on tar
You on, now you off
Flicked like guitar
(And we start this sh*t like a car, we go far)

[Verse 4: sicko]
Don't know what you want to be
So now you just try to be me
Getting drunk and not talking
To your friends, oh, how shocking
Smoking sh*t straight out the glass
I'm shooting di*k up in your ass
You wanna hear my latest sh*t
They eat it up, I make 'em itch
Step on board
In this hell hole, I'm told
What I do, they record
'Cause she's so damn adored
They said move and stay smiling
They make me move with their strings
Shell casings lodged in your chair
Asking me to play for you, fair
[Verse 5: CXRPSE]
God text me to go hard
I'ma fly to the moon
And put him in a tomb
I'ma punch a lil b*tch
Put my fist in her womb
I'ma look at his face
Feel the need to consume, huh
Posted like f*ck it, what up?
And she looking at me
Like she just wanna f*ck, nah
I put my fist in her butt
I'ma open the b*tch
While I creep in the cut, ayy
This n*gga hitting me up
Like he wanna be friends
Like we making amends, nah
f*ck all that playing pretend
'Cause I want you to die
b*tch, I want you to end, ayy
Follow the way of the spider
I keep moving up
Nake a n*gga retire
They always said to aim higher
I’ll strangle the n*gga
To death with a wire
[Verse 6: lil darkie]
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