Alf The Explicit - Second Coming / Undead Lyrics
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    Second Coming / Undead

    [Part I: Second Coming]

    [Verse 1] (Young Rebillionaire)
    I'm cracked like an old Nike shoe
    Sky high every night, a nightly Zeus
    Take your girl? Yeah, I'm likely to
    10k on a chain and it's shiny, new
    LV on me it's designer, ooh
    She wanna fuck? told her get in the queue
    Top floor wait till she see the view
    I never lose
    Yeah my flow is mysterious
    Lyrical genius
    English book 'cause I'll boost your intelligence
    1 shroom but she already delirious
    No cap rap this my experiеnce
    Dancing with Alf I'm the devil
    Rеbillionaire I'm on a new level
    I sit in my throne while they stay back and revel
    Text on my phone, 50 bitches feel special
    Black bandanas, black disciples
    47-AK that's my rifle
    Had her saying "oh my god", read your bible
    On her knees, worshipping me like an idol
    Sorry, did I upset you?
    Money go up like moth-fuckin' petrol
    Just popped 4 hydros u can call me tetrol
    Make a fucker nervous, he got a lil sweat roll
    Switch it to ATE
    Smokin' this weed I feel great
    Letting go all of my hate
    Copped a Bugatti now I feel like I'm Tate
    808's
    Smoking with Alfie while we create
    Elle suce ma bite, go and translate
    I'm intergalatic, you're interstate
    Money go up outta rate
    My dick like bait
    I know what i said

    [Part II: Undead]

    [Chorus] (Alf The Explicit)
    Speakin' that shit from my mind
    I don't know what imma find
    Like signing a card when I'm blind
    Then I just write it behind
    Like a jukebox I wind or a skull cross the grind
    Loss of material
    Eat up that cereal
    Eat up them cheerios
    Catch it bacterial
    My grief is funereal
    March it imperial
    Oreo killer, I'm serial

    [Verse 2] (Alf The Explicit)
    Talkin' to me I know I'm not best
    I'm like a zombie so fucking undead
    Think I am making the money?, I'm making no bread
    All I see across these walls are red
    I don't even know what I said
    So grab Ted and hide under the bed
    I'm going insane, I know it, I know it
    I know it, I know it
    I know what I said
    I know what I said
    Know what I said

    [Chorus] (Alf The Explicit)
    Speakin' that shit from my mind
    I don't know what imma find
    Like signing a card when I'm blind
    Then I just write it behind
    Like a jukebox I wind or a skull cross the grind
    Loss of material
    Eat up that cereal
    Eat up them cheerios
    Catch it bacterial
    My grief is funereal
    March it imperial
    Oreo killer, I'm serial

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