ONI INC.
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[The Ran$om Elite]
I get high
I never lie
I’ll be dead 'til the day that I die
You won't survive
Ain't with this jive
Type to tell me that I’m off at 3 then keep me on till 5
Fuck all that shit
Slit wrist
Pass out is what it is, yeah
Journey to another realm where I’m not playing with these plebs
Red Dead
Grand Theft
Double tapping to the head
Yo' bitch look like old greg
Baileys and mid what she fed

[Daydream Blu]
Just a dab of this
Add it to the rig
I’m an addict when it comes to spig
That’s just what it is
Trust me it’s our business
Fuck around and get that tunnel vision
Yeah, we run this town it’s our decision
Mold this shit how we see fitting
Aye
Pain is infinite
Finish with the win
The End is our beginning woah
Blending cynical with innocence
Innovation when a sinner pen it
Holy smokes he goes in
I’m a soldier of emotion
You’re a mole I’m melanoma
Woah
We just broke the mold
Think my soul is sold
Jerry Shinefield in the ONI zone
Feel the power poems
Ughh
Xverd put in the work (work)
Just like Ferg gonna put em in the dirt
Oh my word it’s a wild universe
Feel the hurt when we curb em with the spurs
[The Ran$om Elite]
I get high
I never lie
I’ll be dead till the day that I die
You won't survive
Ain't with this jive
Type to tell me that I’m off at 3 then keep me on till 5

[Jerry Shinefield]

[The Ran$om Elite]
I get high
I never lie
I’ll be dead till the day that I die
You won't survive
Ain't with this jive
Type to tell me that I’m off at 3 then keep me on till 5

[XVERD]
Xverd, ONI INC
In this bitch, motherfuckers killing shit
Burned our fucking brains with acid
Tripping balls to get a thrill of it
You don’t know bout hate until we’re raging out here bringing it
I don’t know bout you
But I could use a bag of shrooms
Don’t know what the fuck to choose
These drugs could fill a fucking room
How can I be emo when I’m feeling so emotionless
Fucked too much with Molly, now I don’t know where my home it is!
Unholy motherfucker I see demons everywhere
Man I kill your god and fuck his daughter to create my atmosphere
Never again is your knife in my back
If you want hate, you know I got the stash
Foes you create, we create our own tracks
Mark what I said, You ain’t save where you’re at
You think you’re so tough cause you’re rocking a tat?
A cute little heart with a head of a cat
Doing my shit on the coke and the trap
In a burning church is where you find me at
Taking out the trash, swear that I don't need this shit
You scared of death but I'm the reason why you fucking run from it bitch