Chosen Ones

HAARPER & Baker Ya Maker - Rap
Chosen Ones
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[Verse 1: HAARPER] What the fuck do you know about the camp? I'm drilling many holes in your brain like a champ I need to take a step back from all the fucking mess To waste them and the participants level of stress You are next, I'm sadistic, mystic Put you on a motherfucking hitlist Feel this phonk shit Breaking everybody, never been a punk bitch This time I'll leave you dead in the night Concrete feet, not a bullet or a knife My fleet is elite, bringing all the heat Take it to the place where the demons gon' feast [Verse 2: Baker Ya Maker] See the fall of the light In the midst of cryptic sight Night breed, I am the chosen Looking for some flesh to fry Save your brazen words, that stalking Ain't no hope for evil woken With the rage that's been provoked That makes me breast, display the throat Hold your tongue, young man In the presence of the higher Call me sire, eyes of fire South of Heaven, my empire Every day, my horns grow Puts a grin upon my face Nothing better in this world Than facing death to get a taste
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Credits
- Writers
- HAARPER
- Baker Ya Maker