IT'S Dark Smith - UnderWorld Flow

It's Smith, and I ain't talkin' will But I'm ill to the mic that I'm about to kill
It get real underground, ain't no play around Demon sounds, every time you look around
You hear us Now we lookin' for a soul to feast
We bring the heat, out the cage Fuck out the way, you in the way
You die today, Ya Head a softball And I'ma bring a bat to play
I'll smash your face, any every type of way Comin' out the fire, I bring the rage
Like gas, I'ma give this pump sqeeze And turn your bowel movements to the color
Cheese I'm strange, better know your lane

Fuck the fame, I'm hell bound Why would I change a Dark smith
Son of a Abaddon, underground reaper Somethin' I can teach ya
And it's fear up front, pistol grip pump Playin' with your organs, I ain't talkin' key
Bitch please', they gon' leave a note for me
The torture thee, I'm underneath the rip Ya Spline is Dark Smith

Written by:
Chuck Wadlington

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