City Morgue - City Morgue, Volume II: As Good As Dead Album Lyrics

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NECK BRACE

(Thraxx) It goes, it goes, it goes

One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
Break yo' f*cking neck (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
Break yo' f*cking neck (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes

Make 'em break like a fake chain (Okay)
Pussy niggas so cheap like an AK (Wassup)
Buddy-buddy, I don't wanna be your homie (Okay)
Free man, motherf*cker, call me Riley (Wassup)
Berserk, and you Guts to a God Hand (Huh?)
Now your face getting kicked like a kickstand (Huh?)
Pull up with the blade in my left hand (Huh?)
Right hand, got a box like a mailman (Okay, alright)
Lil' Ziploc chillin' on a matchbox (Uh)
Hunnid clip off the hip, keep the shells hot (Uh)
Lil' Zilla got the Devil in a headlock (What?)
Lil' Zilla got the Devil in a leglock (What?)
And a nigga got blood on my Fazos (Okay)
Sure, them niggas gave 'em lines of the Karo (Wassup)
Watch the boy pour it up in his Faygo (Okay)
Got the blade, oh, where your f*ckin' face go? (Okay, it goes, it goes, it goes)

One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
Break yo' f*cking neck (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
Break yo' f*cking neck (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes (Mula)

Put a rap game in a headlock (F*ck outta here)
If I want a nigga chain, get your head shot (Gimme that)
Yeah, I still gang bang on the dead opps (Boom)
Bitch, I still slang 'caine, f*ck a fed watch (Work)
Hangin' out the back window with extendos (Skrrt)
Pistol whip you with it 'til I break the pistol (Boom)
I'ma get you, I'll hit you with a missile (Boom)
Run up, close range, I can't miss you (Boom, boom)
Pull up, location, what's the issue? (Where you at?)
Your girl sucked my dick then she went and kissed you (Slide)
Bitch, I'm a hothead like a Spitfire (No, no)
With these sticks we'll pop shit then it get quiet (Bitch)
Blow a hundred K a month, that's a rich diet (Mula)
Smoke a pound every day, I don't get higher (Work)
No cosigns to a dick rider (F*ck outta here)
I'ma shoot that nigga if they get by us (Mula, it goes)

One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
Break yo' f*cking neck (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes
Break yo' f*cking neck (Nigga, wassup, wassup?)
It goes, it goes, it goes

Seog ti, seog ti, seog ti
Seog ti, seog ti, seog ti
Seog ti, seog ti, seog ti

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INFERIOR

When I die, brimstone, fire spread out (Okay)
I'm alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?)
Wanna ride? Semper Fi, head out (Huh?)
Wanna ride? Semper Fi, head out (Huh-huh)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (Okay)

I lift the pickup so that I can clear the road of all the dead (Okay)
Drivin' on the road least traveled that the Mansons took instead (Wassup?)
I'm a masochist, that's why I got these scars up on my head (Huh?)
Breakin' bottles with my wig, cap, my ball resemble Dredd's (Ha-ha)
Invade the whole map, bitch, I'm Saryn Prime inside your pokédex (Okay)
You ain't on my line, I am God in the gigaplex (Wassup?)
Uptight then I f*ckin' flash away with the Hextech (What?)
Uptight then I drew him f*ckin' down with the KelTec (What?)

When I die, brimstone, fire spread out (Okay)
I'm alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?)
Wanna ride? Semper Fi, head out (Huh?)
Wanna ride? Semper Fi, head out (Huh-huh)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (Okay)

It's a long road out of Hell (Sleezy)
So I got a four-four, big box of shells (Boom, boom)
All my logos be Chanel (Splash, splash), hunnid K bail
Row, row out the jail (Mula)
I'm so superior (Sleezy), you so inferior (F*ck outta here)
You so delirious (Bitch), ain't on my level
Ain't on my criteria (No-no), crack a nigga cranium (Boom)
Slaughter miscellaneous (Boom boom), bullets in your pancreas (Boom)

When I die, brimstone, fire spread out (Okay)
I'm alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?)
Wanna ride? Semper Fi, head out (Huh?)
Wanna ride? Semper Fi, head out (Huh-huh)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)
You're so inferior, you're so inferior

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DRAINO

(feat. Denzel Curry)

[ZillaKami:]
Woke up drenched in a sweat so cold that it froze my home
Wanna go to Hell, 'cause at least it's warm on the brimstone floor
No love no more, I'm gettin' frail
And my face is not the same as before
I cannot see who I was before
I died and was reborn as a dog
I cannot look myself in the mirror
I cause quakes, let's just touch everything that breaks (Okay)
Middle of the night, not even gonna show my face
Cops on the block and they buildin' a case (What's up?)
Hope that they shot, put holes in ya cake
I don't want nobody savin' the day
The black-eyed gang got somethin' to say (Okay)
It's okay, just back up and pray (What?)

[ZillaKami & SosMula:]
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate (Mula!)

[SosMula:]
And my shotty got a body on it (Sleezy!)
Tommy got a body on it (Sleezy!)
I just body my opponents (Boom-boom)
I'm John Gotti, you's a rodent (F*ck outta here)
I got shotgun, run like Ricky (Rrah)
Hit 'em with a hot one, drum hold fifty (Boom-boom)
Cop killin' shells like my Tombo's pinky (Boom-boom)
Bitch curl up like a jumbo shrimpy (Slide)
Feds wanna watch everything that I do (No-no)
Seen in Fox 5-10 o'clock news (Bitch)
Momma's stressed, kids stressed, and pops too (Boom-boom)
My wrist, carats, your gang buy jewel (Mula!)
Shawty suck my soul 'til my dick turn blue (Splat)
Shawty f*ck me crazy like a sick cartoon (Splat)
In a Mercedes, I go vroom-vroom (Skrrt)
Niggas talkin' brazy, say "Get boom-boom" (Boom-boom)

[ZillaKami & Denzel Curry:]
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate (Ugh-ah)

[Denzel Curry:]
I might have it all, but half of the time I just feel insignificant
Incapable, intoxicated, I'm over the pressure, yeah, feel underprivileged
Like my kingdom is buried in sand, house of many as I am the man
As I look at the cards in my hand, the fortune teller of the terror says zero
I'm sick of artists that chuck up the deuce
When they get the juice, when you head from the Wiltern
I'm sick of hoes that won't get us the deals within
Talkin' the shit once you give 'em the puss... uh-um
Clear your throat 'cause you know you a swallower
Up to me? I would kill a whole lot of ya
So it's part two to Hell or High Water, huh?
Say you gangsta, but with Law & Order, huh?

[ZillaKami:]
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate

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THE GIVE UP

Yung Germ

It's hard to choose the easy way out
The gun in the mouth, your brains explode (Okay)
It's hard to end it all alone
Inside of your room, your final home (Wassup?)
It's hard to make amends with them
Silicon friends and empty souls (Huh?)
It's hard to break open your shell
For people that you don't even know (Ha ha)
You wash away, your colors drain
And now your reality is grey (Okay)
Same old faces in the spaces
That you see, like, everyday (Wassup?)
You tell them jokes to cover up
That you're a vessel for all the pain (Okay)
You tell them jokes and they all laugh (Okay)
To fill the void, you entertain (Okay)

Or is it hopeless just to try? It's hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, is the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast (Sleezy)

I got PTSD (Boom), I always keep my gun
My mom's like, "Son, you need therapy" (No-no)
It's hard to live righteous, welcome to the dark side (Sleezy)
Where little boys turn to gangsters, girls' hearts die (Mula)
I'm in Percocet heaven all because of you (F*ck outta here)
I hope a needle in your arm, more in love with you (Bitch)
Disloyal-ass bitch, I don't f*ck with you (Bitch)
I gotta leave my enemies in a bloody pool (Boom boom)
I say my last goodbye, I hear death call my name (Bye-bye)
Goin' in the hall of fame (Mula), burnin' into scorchin' flame (Boom)
'Nother one of them days, bitch, in the pourin' rain (Sleezy)
Sun high, still win, baby, like a Jordan game (Mula)

Or is it hopeless just to try? It's hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, is the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast

A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na

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THRESH

CRCL

Ten shots in my HK, spray and pray at your wig (Yeah)
Flash, hook, and then flay, jump you and split your shit (Yeah)
At your crib it's a mayday, pull up and spray yo' kids (Okay)
Bet you pray, you an opp, spray, and we the opposite (Huh?)
I won't shake no hands wit' you niggas (No)
I don't need no molly to kill ya (No)
Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?)
Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?)

So your boy be havin' guns, nigga, but run, nigga (Yeah)
When that nigga pull his gun, nigga, what's up with ya? (Yeah)
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas (Yeah)
But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (Okay, Sleezy)

Why you niggas talkin' out ya rabid ass mouth (F*ck outta here)
Got my black on black nine (Boom), get the back-to-back fire (Boom, boom)
Still in the trap with a pack of crack rocks (What?)
In a matter half time, overdose and flatline (What?)
Who you bitches talkin' to? Nigga, I slaughter you (F*ck outta here)
Six-shot revolver shoot niggas, I'm honorable (Boom, boom)
Death before dishonor, lil' nigga, that's how I move (MBF)
Turn your face into a barbecue, nigga, I'm tired of you (Boom, boom)
Execution style, murkin' niggas out (Sleezy)
I'm in the booth with a rifle now (Boom)
You in the house with a Bible now (F*ck outta here)
What's that saying, "You don't like me now?" (Boom, boom)
Kick your head into the curb, make you bite the ground (Mula)

So your boy be havin' guns, nigga, but run, nigga (Yeah)
When that nigga pull his gun, nigga, what's up with ya? (Yeah)
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas (Yeah)
But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (Okay)

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SPLINTER

Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, huh, oh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, ho, uh
Yeah, ho, uh
Yeah, ho, yeah

I'm a rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Okay)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Wassup?)
Rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Huh?)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothaf*ckin' cluckin' (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothaf*ckin' cluckin' (Yeah)

Go apeshit, I shoot up your house, I do not party (Okay)
Doot-doot-doot like we playin' Baby Sharkie (Wassup?)
Search yo' dead body, take the car keys off carcass (Huh?)
I'm speedin' out yo' driveway, bottom ocean where I'm parkin' (Ha ha)
I'm a rat killer, hunnid dollar the billa (Okay)
Pull up at yo' crib and delete you 'cause I'm a sinner (What?)
Rat killer, take yo' family with ya (What?)
Make 'em all fight to death and then kill the winner (Okay)

You better duck-duck like we playin' Duck Hunt (Boom-boom)
You get your lung punched, tell me when the fun's up (F*ck outta here)
I got my pump-pump right up in the front trunk (Skrr)
Leave you slump-slumped, smoke you like some blunt dust (Boom boom)
Heard you're big homie but you pussy (F*ck outta here)
You ain't callin' shots on your block, you a rookie (No-no)
I'm cookin' crack rock to a cookie (Work)
Got them boogers on my sleeve like I wiped a boogie (Splash)
I'm a rat killer (Boom), heard you a Master Splinter (Rat)
Somebody gotta pay to put your face up in a blender (Bitch)
I'm a crack dealer (Mula), servin' your lil' sister (Work)
Use your mothaf*ckin' blood up if I wanna paint a picture (Sleezy, yeah)

I'm a rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Okay)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Wassup?)
Rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Huh?)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothaf*ckin' cluckin' (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothaf*ckin' cluckin' (Yeah)

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MINIMIZYA

(feat. IDK)

Yung Germ

Yeah!
I got, two feet in the rabbit hole (Okay)
And my dead body in the catacombs (Wassup?)
When I come back to say "Daddy's home" (Huh?)
Family don't recognize my face (Ha ha)
And if they run up I give them a taste (Okay)
Of anger, this pent up frustration to hate (Wassup?)
I live in a tundra that fire erase (Huh?)
'Cause I live a life that's not mothaf*ckin' safe, nah (Ha ha)
Don't understand where my homies at
Or even if they ever existed (What?)
Got some tendencies of the Zodiac
I can see through small little glimpses (What?)
Feelin' like every day I wear a mask
So I tattoo what I think I look like (What?)
Might need demon horns and a switchblade
And a pitchfork and a pocket knife (Okay)

They make you die 'cause you hide what you feel inside
You cannot cry so your highs are your lowest times
They minimize ya, they minimize ya
They minimize ya, they minimize ya

I'm a minus
Sign on the screen 'til they click on me
'Til I can't breathe, they want sinus
My enemies got clique energy
Most can't see who are honest
They want silence, they want quiet
They don't want me grindin'
They rather see me grip iron and start firin'
And have a nigga momma cryin' 'cause he dyin'
They want the ambulance sirens to start flyin'
They want me in jail, they want me in Hell
They want a nigga never excel
They want me to take the test but they want me to fail
They want me to cry
They want a nigga, want me to die, they want me to hide
They want a nigga wanted for crime
One at a time, I'm on a nigga head 'til he dead
And I head to the feds like I'm 6ix9ine

They make you die 'cause you hide what you feel inside
You cannot cry so your highs are your lowest times
They minimize ya, they minimize ya
They minimize ya, they minimize ya
They make you die 'cause you hide what you feel inside
You cannot cry so your highs are your lowest times
They minimize ya, they minimize ya
They minimize ya, they minimize ya

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THE BALLOONS

Yung Germ

I'm a misfit, people run away when I'm in distance (Okay)
Hell is closer to me than I thought, I see the visions (Wassup?)
Life is so alone when the colors monochrome (Huh?)
Life invades your mind and now you think you're in the zone (Uh-huh)
Body bags like leaves as they litter through the streets (Okay)
You can see 'em breathe, only alive in their dreams (Wassup?)
Life is so alone when the colors monochrome (Huh?)
Life invades your mind and now you think you're in the zone (Haha)

They just float away, they just float away
They just float away, they just float away
Float away, they just float away
They just float away, they just float away

Sleezy!
Now, Vinny used to go to school but he dropped out (F*ck outta here)
Started movin' coke with some dude at his pops' house (Work)
Started movin' dope, now his jewels lookin' rocked out (Work)
Moms found out, now his ass gettin' locked out (F*ck outta here)
Only child, he ain't have a big brother now (Run out)
Stomach growl, now he count up like two hundred thou' (Mula!)
School zone with it (Work), heroin, two-tone with it (Work)
Servin' college students to the group, home with it (Work)
Run away from home, I'll probably never call you (F*ck outta here)
Own friends killin' they friends, them niggas cross you (Boom, boom)
Put bloody all on this money, them hunnids all blue (Mula!)
I was 15 on that block, I'm servin' dog food

I'm a misfit, people run away when I'm in distance (Okay)
Hell is closer to me than I thought, I see the visions (Wassup?)
Life is so alone when the colors monochrome (Huh?)
Life invades your mind and now you think you're in the zone

They just float away, they just float away
They just float away, they just float away
Float away, they just float away
They just float away, they just float away

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SOUL BURN

Uh, Sleeze
It's Big Sleeze
Talk my shit (PLURBS), Mula

Steppin' on the coke, lil' nigga, I just moonwalk (Work)
Got a red nose from sniffin' yay, call me Rudolph (Work)
Know you gotta tap in when you come to New York (F*ck outta here)
Rip a nigga face half off like a coupon (Boom, boom)
Bought my bitch a new ass then she got a boob job (Slide)
Got your woman crush Wednesday with me in a new loft (Slide)
All white carpet so you gotta take your shoes off (Mula)
F*ck the police, in they face I flicked a Newport (F*ck outta here)
Two ton of them bricks (Work), move some to get rich (Work)
Two guns in this bitch, shoot some in this bitch, who runnin' this bitch? (Sleezy)
Pop out with that Draco, pop out like a Eggo
Start choppin' that yayo (Work), nonstop on this payroll (Work), Glock drop, hot potato
Turnin' on the stove (Work), put it in a pot
Watch it burnin' up the bowl (Work), whip a half brick
Stirring up a whole, fiend (Work) suck a glass dick
Burnin' up your soul (F*ck outta here), yeah, my burner never cold (Boom)
Took a bunch of pennies and I turned it into gold (Mula)
I've been sellin' crack since I was 13 years old (Sleezy)
Murders on the low (Boom), serving on the low (Work)
Keep the stick with me, nigga, everywhere I go

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16 Toes

Thraxx

Yeah!
Lawnchair a bitch and have her foldin' over (Okay)
And then I pop a nigga melon like a Coca-Cola (Wassup?)
Skull and crossbones, yeah, I'm hoppin' out the Chevy Nova (Huh?)
And I'ma punch a nigga head, give him a hematoma (Ha ha)
You ain't 'bout shit, now contact him, you know who it is (Okay)
And now your boy's blowin' up like he a pufferfish (Wassup?)
Oh, you do not like a nigga? Well, your f*ckin' mother did (Huh?)
I take your bags out the bank like I was Richie Rich

I tell 'em, "All of my dogs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em niggas, none of my dogs need homes
Like a pitbull, I'm standin' on like sixteen toes

On a Harley-Davidson, I'm runnin' up the mileage (Okay)
And I'ma chase your homies down and then I f*ckin' fight (Boom)
And all your homies see me shoot 'em but no talk about it (Okay)
Because you know the consequences if they press the problem (Huh?)
And If I'm shootin', nigga, you know that I never miss (Okay)
I cause destruction and a little bit of violence (Wassup?)
Be the result, bitch, queue the f*ckin' violins (Huh?)
I'm at yo wake with a stake and a silence (Ha ha)
And now your ribs all touchin', now why the f*ck you fussin'? (Huh?)
Nigga, get some money, take me out of your discussion (Huh?)
Your girl's all puffin', is softer than a muffin (Huh?)
Tell her, "Do some chin ups and maybe some f*ckin' runnin'"

I tell 'em, "All of my dogs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em niggas, none of my dogs need homes
Like a pitbull, I'm standin' on like sixteen toes

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WOAH

Is that Shoki on the beat?
Yung Germ!
Ryder, turn me up!

Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Sleezy)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Work)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Work)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Mula)

Gangbangin', straight razor, face scrape a motherf*cker (F*ck outta here)
Big MAC, 12-pack, hellcat, burnin' rubber (Skrr)
Chainsmoker, overdoser, I can't get enough of uppers (Work)
No chill, my uncle squeal, I'ma kill my mother's brother (Boom boom)
Since a lil' baby goon (Sleezy)
Kickin' in the baby womb (Gimme that)
Kickin' in your neighbor room (Boom boom)
Light it like a Baby Boomer (Boom boom)
You ever f*cked on a real gangsta? (Nah, nah, nah)
You ever f*cked on a gangbanger? (Nah, nah, nah)
Blow her back out, I just bang bang her (Bye, bye, bye)
Cook the coke up, with the coat hanger (Ha ha ha)
Tuck your chain, put your Rollie up, I'm comin' for it (Gimme that)
I shoot your big homie up (Boom)
Go 'head, dig your homie up (Mula)

Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Sleezy)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Work)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Work)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Mula)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Sleezy)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Work)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Work)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah (Mula)

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DIRTNAP

Yung Germ
Yeah!

Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat (Okay!)
Through your doorknob, spray chemicals on your dad hat (Wassup?)
Choppa soundin' like a drummer boy drummin' (Huh?)
'Til you get in closer, and all them little boys runnin' (Haha)
I'm a Uzi shootin', fade breakin', clutch poppin', headbangin' (Okay!)
Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit, you hear the glass break (Wassup?)
Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist (Huh?)
Painted in a white face, resemble dead presidents (Haha)

My waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What?)
On my waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What? Okay!)

They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)

Two guns, I nickname 'em Mick and Mallory (Boom-boom)
'Fore your body drop I'ma lift ya into gravity (Boom-boom)
Like it's Red Dead Redemption (Sleezy!), got big clip extensions (Boom)
We don't Twitter beef, it's R.I.P, you get the mentions (No, no)
And I can't slow down (F*ck outta here), might flip a whole town
With my big four pound (Pow), staying ten-toes down (Work!)
With my two-shot Derringer (Boom), uwop burnin' up
Know you heard about me, I'm the school cop murderer

They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)

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C4

Yung Germ
Ryder, turn me up!

Acid base (What?), burn down to the vein (Okay)
From waist down (What?), and now you need a cane (Okay)
Lobotomize your friends, I hammer nails into they brain (Wassup?)
Hunt you down with pictures taken, I'm in every frame (Wassup?)
Children of the Corn, our land is off the block (Huh?)
Do you want a dirt nap? I'll put you down to rot (Huh?)
F*ckin' on your bitch, I got blood all on my cock (Haha)
Dig your boy a deep grave then hit the bedrock (Haha)

Stalk yo' clique like a cobra (Okay)
Take my truck then roll over ya (Wassup?)
Tie you up to a boulder, uh (Okay)
Take C-4, start the timer up (What?)
They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
Tick-tock, boom, clear the whole damn room (Okay)

I got my clip, clip, tick, tick, it go mad loud (Boom-boom)
Potato on the Adler, I ain't makin' hashbrowns (Rrah)
See a opp on my block, Vinny here, ran 'em down (F*ck outta here)
Black swimmers (Boom), ass round (Boom), this gon' be a man down (Boom-boom)
P-P-Percy got me cold sweatin' (Work!), hot head, them hoes fakin' (Slide)
Bodies on the boulder (Run out), you ain't doin' no steppin' (F*ck outta here)
Airing out your whole section (Boom-boom), bitch, I'm 007 (Sleezy!)
Pole hit your skull, lift your soul like you flexin' (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
It's a tick, tick, tick, gettin' bread up on this bitch (Mula!)
Got my clip, clip, clip, infrared up on this bitch (Rrah)
It's gon' hit, hit, hit, split your head up on this bitch (Boom-boom-boom)
Got these drumsticks, like they chicken legs up on this bitch (Sleezy!)

Stalk yo' clique like a cobra (Okay)
Take my truck then roll over ya (Wassup?)
Tie you up to a boulder, uh (Okay)
Take C-4, start the timer up (What?)
They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
Tick-tock, boom, clear the whole damn room (Okay)

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BABYWIPES

Yung Germ

Sleezy!
Bitch, I could buy you (F*ck outta here)
Put this stick inside you (Boom, boom)
Bitch, bitch I'm Ryu (Mula!)
Blood, free the guys still (Sleezy)
R.I.P the guys too (Woozy)
Shoot that nigga from the roof
That's a bird's-eye view (Boom, boom)
Oops, what did I do? (Mula!)
Get started shooting shit (Boom)
Kill a father and a kid (Boom, boom)
Keep your daughter in the crib (Boom, boom)
I pop revolvers in yo' rib (Boom, boom)
Walk up in the court room guilty like, "Your honor, yes I did" (Mula!)
Do a 100 years before I snitch, my mama raise me right (Rat!)

F*ckin' on yo' lady like, right in front yo' baby like (F*ck outta here)
Give me head, wipe me down, with yo baby's baby wipes
F*ckin' on yo' lady like, right in front yo' baby like (F*ck outta here)
She give me head, wipe me down, with yo baby's baby wipes (Mula!)

From the bottom of the grey caveback
Pushed out by the dirt from a nap
Take an entourage, go to follow a rat
Take in my slip, roll around your neck
Yo' bitch get facef*cked and face bust
Skarner drag with Phase Rush
Two shots causing no fuss
Make niggas so stiff, what
AK, AR custom might put red dots on both (Okay)
Picatinny rails, my optics fully zero-ed (Wassup?)
Point 'em, then yo' eyes widen like you sniffin' coke (Okay)
Pull the trigger, make you slump like you doin' dope (Okay)

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MOUTHGUARD

Yung Germ

I like to break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it
Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it
Break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it
Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it

Sleezy! Hunnid bands bustin' out the wrapper (Mula!)
Your bitch bust it open for a gangster (Slide!)
We on go, run 'em down, B (Boom!), they on go, gonna bang your B (Boom!)
Oh, your mother child my B? I don't f*ck around
I got new Glocks, I got uwops, sonnin' who block?
Who opp? Get your crew flocked, 22 shot
Ne-ne-new Glocks, I got uwops, sonnin' who block?
Who opp? Get your crew flocked, 22 shot

I like to break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it
Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it
Break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it
Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it

Hey, ya bitch be outta shape, because y'all niggas think y'all safe (Okay)
Thinkin' you a hero? Put a hole into yo' cape
Call me Genghis Khan, I wanna conquer and invade ya
F*ckin' on yo' bitch right in yo' muthaf*ckin' face (Haha)
Chin up, puttin' ten toes up on the ground (What?)
Small fry, I don't know how you get around (What?)
Lil' dogs really can't bark and make a sound (What?)
Lil' dogs really ain't really in the pound (What?)
Shotgun, make yo' pops run, buddy-buddy, then I got one
Make the food ooze right out yo' tummy
Got a head crack, and the brains felt a little gummy
Ran away from the red lights 'til my feet was bloody

I like to break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it
Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it
Break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it
Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it

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SCREAMING AT THE RAIN

Hey, how was today?
What did you f*ck up, and then who did you blame? (What?)
How do you even go look your kids in your face?
With your manhood breakin' all over the place
I'm the same, in every way
Scared to see the consequences brought in my way (What?)
Starin' at the soap, and there's blood on the trace
Of anything and everything just wanna keep up the pace (What?)

Hey, many times I've prayed
Hopin' life won't stay the same
Hopin' life will f*ckin' change
Just screamin' at the
Hey, they called me insane
Hopin' I won't be a face
Hopin' I won't be a phrase
Just screamin' at the rain

Mula!
Bitches used to curve me, now it's my year (F*ck outta here)
I been in and out of jail for like five years (Sleezy)
When they killed my nigga Woozy, man, my eyes teared
Now niggas gettin' killed, ain't no idea (Boom, boom)
I feel sorry for the crackheads and happy for myself (Mula!)
Prolly waste my youth, sellin' crack since I was twelve (Work)
Ridin' in the Caddy, automatty on my belt (Boom)
Now you got your hand out and I was askin' for ya' help (F*ck outta here)
I'm the same, I ain't ever switch up on the gang (No-no)
I ain't ever give up on my dreams
But sometimes I wanna blow out my brains (Boom)
Drugs take away all of my pain (Mula!)

Hey, many times I've prayed
Hopin' life won't stay the same
Hopin' life will f*ckin' change
Just screamin' at the
Hey, they called me insane
Hopin' I won't be a face
Hopin' I won't be a phrase
Just screamin' at the rain

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PEELING SCABS

Yeah

You will never see me (Okay)
Walk away from the grave I made (Wassup?)
Just know life isn't easy (Okay)
Made my fair share of mistakes (Wassup?)
And I sat in the back seat (Okay)
Hopin' that I'd be replaced (Wassup?)
Hopin' someone would meet me (Okay)
Just meet me on the halfway (Wassup?)
Grandma wanted to see me (Huh?)
But she never got to see my face (Huh?)
Before she passed, I was out with my so-called friends (Huh?)
In the end, was it worth her sake (Huh?)
Or did she die to resurrect again?
I play the songs to paint the view (Okay)
Life is just a horror movie, how it eats away at you (Yeah!)

Eats away at you, eats away at you
Eats away at you, eats away at you
Eats away at you, eats away at you
Eats away at you, eats away at you
Eats away at you, eats away at you
Eats away at you, eats away at you
Eats away at you, eats away at you (Sleezy)

Heard you on your knees every day, prayin' that I'm dead (F*ck outta here)
Mama don't understand but this the way that I live (No-no)
Feel like we're runnin' out of luck in a grave or the feds (Yeah)
Did my dirt and now I gotta lay in my bed (Mula)
It's do-or-die (Boom) or you and I (Boom-boom)
I don't care about goin' back to jail, I'm institutionalized (No-no)
Had the lawyer money ready, stacked since June-July (Mula)
Hunnid K bail even though I know it's suicide (Sleezy)
I'm back to my old ways, they want me crucified (Bitch)
F*ck the system 'cause I'm a jail baby (Sleezy)
Thirty-eight shell brazy (Boom-boom), on my way to Hell, baby
Ain't no way in Hell could save me (No-no)
Probably smokin' Ls with Hades (Sleezy)

Sleezy, Sleezy
Sleezy, Sleezy
Sleezy, Sleezy
Sleezy, Sleezy
Sleezy, Sleezy
Sleezy, Sleezy
Sleezy