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$UICIDEBOY$ - Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show) Lyrics

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$UICIDEBOY$ - Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show) Lyrics
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Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left!
That's right

Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks (ah!)
Glocks popping, bustas (Sui) dropping (Sui) niggas duckin' from this shit

Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Telling me, "grip that f*cking gun"
Telling me, "pop that f*cking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherf*cker steady smoking on that death
Satanic holy ghost
Snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that scarecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard living, murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
Suicide's exciting, now see?

Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
F*ck rap, and f*ck a rapper
Lets put 'em all in a f*cking hole

I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a velociraptor
Pull pullin' off the patch, but I ain't takin' off the f*cking mask
Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the f*cking gat's blast
Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
G 59 where the beast's signs fine
F*ck a feast, I'm fine dying
Life gave me lemons, but I want a f*cking lime
Ain't got the time to die tryin'
Bitch, I know I'll die alone
Either in a ditch or on a throne
Either way, in a pit I'm being thrown
Everything is nothing, and I'm f*cking decomposed

Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, dropping, dropping
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Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left!
That's right

Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks (ah!)
Glocks popping, bustas (Sui) dropping (Sui) niggas duckin' from this shit

Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Telling me, "grip that f*cking gun"
Telling me, "pop that f*cking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherf*cker steady smoking on that death
Satanic holy ghost
Snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that scarecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard living, murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
Suicide's exciting, now see?

Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
F*ck rap, and f*ck a rapper
Lets put 'em all in a f*cking hole

I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a velociraptor
Pull pullin' off the patch, but I ain't takin' off the f*cking mask
Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the f*cking gat's blast
Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
G 59 where the beast's signs fine
F*ck a feast, I'm fine dying
Life gave me lemons, but I want a f*cking lime
Ain't got the time to die tryin'
Bitch, I know I'll die alone
Either in a ditch or on a throne
Either way, in a pit I'm being thrown
Everything is nothing, and I'm f*cking decomposed

Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, dropping, dropping
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Writer: Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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