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"Death Parade" lyrics by ROC MARCIANO
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"Death Parade"

[Verse 1:]
I stay close to the Baretta
Folks that wave toast, know better
Gross cheddar, cut it up
Throw it in the shredder
Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented
You hope to try to dip it like Emmitt
Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon
Gun wielding, I'm on the low, I feel shielded
But that's a false sense of fulfillment
Debts are paid in the death parade
Shots are exchanged from the Escalade
My late father's name in the chest, engraved
A pound and three grams
With the necklace weighed
Man, a character
Get clapped up in your Challenger
The Glock 9's black with the silencer
I'm a bachelor flip pies without the spatula
You died in the Valentine massacre
Crime ambassador
My capturers channel my spirit
Through the shrine in Africa
I fly past like a time traveler

It all boils down to that green mama
Niggas squeeze llamas
Just to seize dollars
D's and Impalas, street scholars
Hopping out of V's with them clean Prada's
Sip pina coladas
With a mean goddess
We eastsiders, jeans is knotted
Niggas don't want it
Like the HIV virus, word up!

[Verse 2:]
Wounds and bandages, food and cannabis
Money management, advantages, damages
The Spanish fans break banisters
Gates, and parameters
They see us wearing chains and amulets
Handle this, evangelist condo in Los Angeles
That kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp
Once away at my descent, my hair is rich
I forever swear to spit that Blair Witch
Bare witness to rare shit
Stare Benzes like airships
You can't get this pimping out a pamphlet
Millionaire hand print from a tan prince
The gear you wear get rinsed
Buy the tec with the air vents
I caress the wood gear shift
You're weak tomb won't move me
Not a square inch
Spit your zucchini tear swift
Your CTS, tail spent
BBS rim well bend
Man of the cloth
That bullshit endless talk ran it's course
Blam fours til you abandoned the fort
Got birds like Le Coq Sport at the port
Salt water on the yacht floorboard
Popping wine cork
These are just a crime boss thoughts


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