TheNecessaryDeathOfAxxxxxyRxxxo Vol​.​3

by Zeeth

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The project 'Deathof' is a showcase and exhale of emotions using samples and instrumentals by the artist Zeeth

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released March 2, 2016

S/o Omar aka 'Gone'

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Zeeth Texas

Anthony 'Zeeth' Rxxxo
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Anthony by Anthony Rxxxo
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Anthony Rxxxo FOR Anthony Rxxxo


aka 'SVICIDX'

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Track Name: TheNecessaryDeathOfAxxxxxyRxxxo Vol.3
it’s that lunatic
Manic depressive aggressive, nail you on crucifix
I’m on that devil shit, bumpin triple six
Scoping these niggas — unloading the clip up on they head
Always after the fucking bread
Leavin all of you bustaz dead

Yeah, that is what i said

I’m grippin up on the tone
Shooting YOU BUSTAZ up in ya home
takin it one to the dome, break ya bone
I’m the Nigga won’t prolong, ya death
Mane I’m taking ya last breath
So don’t even stress
I got ya area code and ya muthafuckin address

Once my 9 is in ya face tell me ALL ya last regrets

Maybe talking UP ALL that shit wouldn’t have you in this position
I’m the type of killer TO leave you in the worst condition

Tell ya god that you wishin — To make this bullet miss collision

blood drippin up out ya body — watch it glitsten
Homicide is on my mind, it’s my satanic vision

Call some niggas up, Mane I got more ammunition

I’M the last of a dying breed
Smoked out locced out — puffin on the ganja tree

These niggas acting like they know me
Pour THAT OE for my homies
It’s that west end melbourne creep named Tony
Track Name: Vol.3 Excerpt
it’s that lunatic
Manic depressive aggressive, nail you on crucifix
I’m on that devil shit, bumpin triple six
Scoping these niggas — unloading the clip up on they head
Always after the fucking bread
Leavin all of you bustaz dead

Yeah, that is what i said

I’m grippin up on the tone
Shooting YOU BUSTAZ up in ya home
takin it one to the dome, break ya bone
I’m the Nigga won’t prolong, ya death
Mane I’m taking ya last breath
So don’t even stress
I got ya area code and ya muthafuckin address

Once my 9 is in ya face tell me ALL ya last regrets

Maybe talking UP ALL that shit wouldn’t have you in this position
I’m the type of killer TO leave you in the worst condition

Tell ya god that you wishin — To make this bullet miss collision

blood drippin up out ya body — watch it glitsten
Homicide is on my mind, it’s my satanic vision

Call some niggas up, Mane I got more ammunition

I’M the last of a dying breed
Smoked out locced out — puffin on the ganja tree

These niggas acting like they know me
Pour THAT OE for my homies
It’s that west end melbourne creep named Tony