Chill, DieN - Keep Your Mouth Closed
Siiiick! My verse recorded at 10:00 AM lol. Beat by Sean Divine. Soundclick.com/Chillus | SeanDivine.net | Myspace.com/dientwolive
Lyrics
Tossin' these b*** es rotted carcuses in this
Tall, lifted ditch, and get them lost in abyss's
Charge with a visious armed-strong heated pistol
Dump out they head when I blow it just inches
From they body's, close-range, such as in they mouth
Dump they innerds out have them dangle on the couch
Some are layin' on the floor, leavin' stains up in they house
Chargin' in the door then I lay up in a crouch
Still, wait, then I pull 'em sick ways
Cock back, make sure they all look like milk crates!
I kill game for talkin' slick, when none of them are honest, n'
None of them understand that all they say is costing them
Duck n' aim the stuff n' spray it, come n' make my fricken day when
Your life is take, n' bust you brainless, muffled face then suffocated
Track is perfect, DieN laced it, sickest jerk to grind ya faces
Type to lerk, and find ya place n' with a smirk ignight your placement!
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