CURSED - Flechette

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CURSED - Flechette
{Verse 1} On a fucking warpath Cursed doing fucking math It's that DOOMSHOP shit Go and take a dirt nap Take down anyone that's in my fucking path Make

CURSED - I.E.D 2.0
{Intro} In the dirt, incinerate All the fakes imitate {Verse} I'm boutta fuckin explode Grab a mag and reload Comin hot Boutta drop

CURSED - Sixset Soldier
On the duck, mount up Yo, I'm ready for whatever Kill em off, guillotine Looking up, final level Recognize who the rebel {?} I lay em down with the

CURSED - The Regulator
Best on street soldier Put one in ya shoulder And ya feelin' colder Turn into a doughnut Aimin' for the head, never shooting any lower Holding all composure, shooting

CURSED - Lay Em Down
{Intro} Show no mercy Lay em down {x16} Lay em down with the metal {x8} {Verse} Best know it's a rapture, 38 caliber

CURSED - .38 Special
{Verse 1 - Ned Bundy} Earth splits when I step Hands reach out of a grave I'm a real living dead man I don't have a face Got a lazer dot placed With

CURSED - Postal
Flip up the rage Whip up a page Load up the mag Pull up with a gauge Don't give a fuck, spaz out, shoot clean A-10 motherfucker Spray down, bring pain Going

CURSED - I.E.D
I'm boutta fuckin explode Grab a mag and reload Comin hot Boutta drop From a muthafuckin drone One call from a phone Lock em down in tha zone Red wire, blue

CURSED - France
7 dot 6-2 Had to load up the mag Lock and load Mount up Then bring out the spazz Roll ah fuckin fat zoot Man I need a fuckin' drag Lay you out Run up then

CURSED - REBOUND
{CURSED} U can see blow it smoke In da clouds want a talk When im pull, when i talk All black on da loud If u dont know bout its clickin' When im