Guilotine

By Guilla

On God Mode

Released on January 31, 2019

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They like Timmy Why don’t you grow up

I’m like why don’t you suck a dick

I did this on my own time I’m done with this class shit

Everything is clashing

My fashion is classic

My my music stays crashing

Epitome of passion

Masses keep talking jibber jabber in my ear

But they jab is to slow so my mind remains clear

How long can I hold them off?

Phaylinx with a spartan cross

Armor a former god

Protects me from these devil dogs

Still it takes more than a clenched fist

To resist, the social order of a siren’ kiss

And blessed to my mind is her beautiful song

To bad for that bitch i got my ear muffs on

Now G to me is Genius

But I underachieve

And only fools where hearts on the front of they sleeves

Take it from me, my life’s been transformed like Bumble Bee

And Automatically

Deception comes naturally in Cupid arrow accuracy

Look in faith factually and you can never capture

Faith is not tangible, and neither of my thoughts

We’re all just animals capable to talk

In spite, your living in the night

You live by the book or you die by the knife

Well imma be, stabbed to death

But words of non conformity, in my last breath

Heed memory, threats of a cemetery

Nas was a profit, I did this for profit

Prophetic thoughts in my acid and I’m off it

And I’m helping out my country like my name was Davy Crocetkett

Each word is a pistol

Every bar is a missile

Dropping bombs with the whistle

And I could never miss you

I’m sick get a tissue

If you ever got a issue

Got a shottie and a shovel bitch

And nobody will miss you

Weird nigga look a like

Looking like he was born in a darker light

Through the night in the presence of Acolyte

Ambilcal cut with a fucking a knife

Lil nigga rise

Death be upon the he who speaks ill of Fate

The stars will align in this time we will wait

Fuck nigga what

Gang gang gang

I don’t give a fuck

Shame shame shame

On he who don’t fuck with Guilla

Ain’t nobody realla

My tier is god like Zilla

Anti Hero Zecks marquises

You to soft you a fucking pisces

Bow in the presence of a holy bard

Ink notes on a holy card

Im so turnt i could land on Mars

I’m so lit i could eat a star

Your so lit you could eat a fart

You a lil fish in a hungry shark

My niggas got metal like tony stark

Medal with me you gon leave in parts

Part part part part

Pardon me as a part of me is a prodigy

Die honorably 4 squash you like a caterpie

You ain’t on my level from your mind to anatomy

Hmm

Yeah

Lil Dick Weeb

Hmm

Yeah

Fucking with me have you sleeping in the leaves

Hmmm

Yeah

I smite enemies

Face down hands up praying on they knees

Fucking with the Guilotine

Don’t make me get the Guilotine