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Mutilated Lyrics by Zy Benji

In A Month Of Sundays

2024

[Verse]
I was doin’ good, you said my name, please don't make me start
Now this my favorite part, you shoot a nigga he get a change of heart
Sos paintin’ art he told me they literally had to change his heart
I just put my best shooter in double C like Caitlin Clark
You ain't bouncin’ out this V, then what you ride for
Zy put on for the whole west, what you ain't drop for
Put down the disses and pick up the switches, what you in shock for
Hold on, what you say about my brother, that's what you shot for
The next body is planned already, but we don't got fords
I'm shootin’ by myself, I can't believe they lock my top four
I'm gettin’ tired, I start switchin’ arms, this shit likе clockwork
Better keep it quiet, gеt shot in your mouth just for a outburst
They said it's gonna get worse for it get better, well shit just got worse
I'm on YouTube, showin’ my son shootings, I said that's my work
Went with his uncle, then he showed my brother, he said that's pop work
I need a medal for chasing like Noah Lyles, I got my spot earnt
They said they heard the stories about racks, he ain't human, ain't he
Another body after another body, this shit accumulatin’
You feelin’ down, go head catch you a body, now you rejuvenated
Four different shooters on one body, they left it mutilated
Ten millie shells took half his face, and now he two faced it
Don't give a fuck, I blitz a closed casket, I know Anubis hate it
Two ARPs, both going off, I can't save one for later
My dreads fallin’ out of my black murder suit, I'm a LV Raider
The feds on me I on’t worry bout it that shit just speculation
What you mean by lettin’ switches rain I said that's condensation
They said his head was by a fuckin’ train, let's end this conversation
What happened to the gun, got killed by it's in the closet waitin’ (Shh Shh, Ahh Ahh)
I know racks gone ride until to the end, I call him Cooper Davis
Your bitch said she feel safer over here, she said the shooters saved her
My bitch a rider, and she ride my dick better than two Mercedes
Nigga, they gon' lock us either way, fuck is we shootin’ later
I be talkin’ to Anubis when the moon out
He step in west I'm shootin’ all the dogs I hear a wolf howl
He ain't want his face and so I took it this how I look now
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Zy Benji

Zy Benji

About “Mutilated” by Zy Benji

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"Mutilated" appears on "In A Month Of Sundays" in 2024.

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