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Lyrics: 1st verse (tf)
bring me some whiskey in dirty glass
Twisted fate'll get the clergy readin' eulogies for your surly ass
Check the tarot deck reaper card showin' that you're gettin' wrecked
I got a dealer vest and a billet that'll slice your neck
I ain't impressed by the triple barrel 12 gauge whatever weapon
that you bring while you're tryna engage
you need to get laid, holdin' all that blind rage
i'm inclined to say that I find you a bit gay
But you don't gotta listen to me
you'll get that cold dish revenge style The triple deck'll guarantee
I got the smokin' aces up my gold colored sleeves
Just Ask and you'll recieve a gold card to make you freeze
With gate i'll never tease you
Teleport in behind and choke you out til you bleed blue
That ain't the fight we agreed to
But this is real life and my greed supersedes you
(chorus)
It's the battle of the desperados
They slang a gang of weapons while they tilin' liquor bottles
One's got the cards, one's got the guns
ain't nobody winnin' til the battle is done
They grinnin' at each other under the sun
Twisted fate's a traitor, graves is on the hunt, oh
they fight each other but it aint' for fun
ain't nobody stoppin' til the final one
2nd verse (graves)
the names graves,
im startin a prison break,
and once im out im on it,
im lookin for twisted fate,
when your locked up in a cell,
theres plenty of time to plan,
i swear to god that ima get em,
ima find this man,
its the day that he meets his maker,
im the undertaker, takin a shot,
gunslinger, bringer of death,
the hell that heaven forgot,
lets quickdraw im pissed off,
stay out of my way,
a ranged carry,
that carrys two ranged weapons for pay,
or payback,
the primary of reasons,
searchin for the master of cards,
its huntin season,
stop em from breathin
he'll be bleedin from a shotty wound,
double cross me?
this grave will will see your body soon!
cry for your mommy, you aint playin no card tricks,
you used to be the homie,
now your one of my targets,
im the tin man son,
cuz im known to be heartless,
you might be twisted,
but i know your fate,
eternal darkness.
(chorus)
It's the battle of the desperados
They slang a gang of weapons while they tilin' liquor bottles
One's got the cards, one's got the guns
ain't nobody winnin' til the battle is done
They grinnin' at each other under the sun
Twisted fate's a traitor, graves is on the hunt, oh
they fight each other but it aint' for fun
ain't nobody stoppin' til the final one
3rd verse (together)
(tf)
Damn graves you need to calm down
there's so much hate spoutin' out your grimy mouth
quit your whinin' now soundin' like a girl you ain't gotta pout
let me give you back your teddy bear, you go nighty now
Oh wait, does graves need his binky?
throwin' temper tantrums I should spank you with my pinky
Talkin' bout how I went and doublecrossed you
keep yappin' your trap and imma send these cards through
(graves)
you think i hate you,
that aint it,
ill straight eliminate you ass,
that deck aint shit,
its like were on a chess board,
and its checkmate bitch,
i got guns, you got cards,
you rep fake tricks,
you'll get raped twist,
cause I fight better, its true,
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Skitz The Menace(graves) youtube: youtube.com/wordplayforyourears
Lyrics: 1st verse (tf)
bring me some whiskey in dirty glass
Twisted fate'll get the clergy readin' eulogies for your surly ass
Check the tarot deck reaper card showin' that you're gettin' wrecked
I got a dealer vest and a billet that'll slice your neck
I ain't impressed by the triple barrel 12 gauge whatever weapon
that you bring while you're tryna engage
you need to get laid, holdin' all that blind rage
i'm inclined to say that I find you a bit gay
But you don't gotta listen to me
you'll get that cold dish revenge style The triple deck'll guarantee
I got the smokin' aces up my gold colored sleeves
Just Ask and you'll recieve a gold card to make you freeze
With gate i'll never tease you
Teleport in behind and choke you out til you bleed blue
That ain't the fight we agreed to
But this is real life and my greed supersedes you
(chorus)
It's the battle of the desperados
They slang a gang of weapons while they tilin' liquor bottles
One's got the cards, one's got the guns
ain't nobody winnin' til the battle is done
They grinnin' at each other under the sun
Twisted fate's a traitor, graves is on the hunt, oh
they fight each other but it aint' for fun
ain't nobody stoppin' til the final one
2nd verse (graves)
the names graves,
im startin a prison break,
and once im out im on it,
im lookin for twisted fate,
when your locked up in a cell,
theres plenty of time to plan,
i swear to god that ima get em,
ima find this man,
its the day that he meets his maker,
im the undertaker, takin a shot,
gunslinger, bringer of death,
the hell that heaven forgot,
lets quickdraw im pissed off,
stay out of my way,
a ranged carry,
that carrys two ranged weapons for pay,
or payback,
the primary of reasons,
searchin for the master of cards,
its huntin season,
stop em from breathin
he'll be bleedin from a shotty wound,
double cross me?
this grave will will see your body soon!
cry for your mommy, you aint playin no card tricks,
you used to be the homie,
now your one of my targets,
im the tin man son,
cuz im known to be heartless,
you might be twisted,
but i know your fate,
eternal darkness.
(chorus)
It's the battle of the desperados
They slang a gang of weapons while they tilin' liquor bottles
One's got the cards, one's got the guns
ain't nobody winnin' til the battle is done
They grinnin' at each other under the sun
Twisted fate's a traitor, graves is on the hunt, oh
they fight each other but it aint' for fun
ain't nobody stoppin' til the final one
3rd verse (together)
(tf)
Damn graves you need to calm down
there's so much hate spoutin' out your grimy mouth
quit your whinin' now soundin' like a girl you ain't gotta pout
let me give you back your teddy bear, you go nighty now
Oh wait, does graves need his binky?
throwin' temper tantrums I should spank you with my pinky
Talkin' bout how I went and doublecrossed you
keep yappin' your trap and imma send these cards through
(graves)
you think i hate you,
that aint it,
ill straight eliminate you ass,
that deck aint shit,
its like were on a chess board,
and its checkmate bitch,
i got guns, you got cards,
you rep fake tricks,
you'll get raped twist,
cause I fight better, its true,
