🔥You can find Baingo here➡️ https://suno.com/@baingo ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- I appreciate everyone for listening, Thanks <3 Listen on Spotify 🟢 Link Loading...🟢 ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- 🎵 More of my music here 🎵 YouTube ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/@IizPanz Spotify ➡️ https://open.spotify.com/artist/7hrMuvB2DYzkoC5uED7Eew?si=QTvSqJu2TMmOdV8KhTxttw ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- Lyrics🎶 [Panz] Wake up readin' warnings by butt hurt sore things but it's warm in this bed of a noir king no need for a murdering Mornings I take my coffe dark like gore films where the hero runs on an infinite release of endorphins from your sins He plans out the dimensions of six coffins and calls apon the three horse men to remove your limbs They humm along to four hymns as they chop at bodies like mining for diamonds in African ore fields Your core fills with more fears as the red stains splatter on the door sills Wrap up the remaining's and take em up in to the north hills The longer the smooth rhymes go on the more the message coarsens Table side drawerfuls of dark thoughts so I unpack on these recordings Work on my core pen skills so my performances activate your senses Fall behind like tortoises so make use of your dusty thesauruses or I'll Hang-em on the porches of sawmills like a masked man on a tricycle And how will you all escape with short arms like tyrannosauruses No more shortages of formulas with my crew in the head offices We prepare lozenges for cold battles like point blank door gunners Not normal lungs spit murda on the beat so call for the coroners To some considered torturers to some considered considered forerunners But all we want is damage in these corridors [Hook] In these grim fields Lurks your worst nightmares a monster with a sharp bite and an ice cold stare Beware those who dare it's death on the fields of a... Monster! If you like roulette come place your betts The feast is better when they have some hope left Those who wonder from the path... Expect a blood bath [Baingo] Imma begin, by rippin' the skin from you limb by limb, I'll be beatin' you to the rhythm in the chin with your shin, Then I’m drillin' through your temple till the vision go dim, Twist your ligaments in a pretzel while you twitchin' in a bin! Jaws get tired from cryin, then pried with the pliers, Thighs get diced in the fryer, I inspire desires, Of a butcher turned dire, I described to the squire, Taped up liars get expired wit the tire wire! They twitch and jerk, nerves burst, then distort and spill, Insert steel hooks, curve first, contort the will, Spinal cord stretched thin on a warped anvil, No slip in the grip when I scorch and drill for the kill Extractin' your soul for the roleplay, actin' like you know me Firin' up that furnace, we gunna burn this motherfucker slowly, Bones get brittle, thizzle sizzle when I roast 'em only toasty, That’s how it goes when you rollin’ up on low key OG's! Expose nerves in a hot burst till the skin peels, Drive steel through the gut till the meal yields, Crush toes as they curl underneath pinned heels, Baingo plants pain in the brain in these grim fields! [Hook] In these grim fields Lurks your worst nightmares a monster with a sharp bite and an ice cold stare Beware those who dare it's death on the fields of a... Monster! If you like roulette come place your betts The feast is better when they have some hope left Those who wonder from the path... Expect a blood bath ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- © Panz/Baingo 2025 All Rights Reserved All lyrics written by Panz/Baingo Musical arrangement by Panz/Baingo
