I just love doing this shit! send open verses or ideas to g2yhmusic@gmail.com
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #316
Peak in subgenre #128
Author
Slogo16z
Uploaded
August 29, 2022
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MP3 8.7 MB • 320 kbps • 3:48
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Lyrics
killing everything i touch like the hand of the reaper
pick my teeth with your bones roll your ashes in some reefer
i'm getting one more it's feeling like leap year
face fuck your bitch give her back i wont keep her
pay me just to be here put the money in the meter
i ain't playing with you neither if it's beef i gotta clever
better stick to your games don't be playing with your life
just broke up with my girl cuz she couldn't stand my wife
better listen to me clear i ain't gonna say it twice
pop ya eye out your head got your head up in a vice
always loved guns there's something special bout a knife
turning up the pressure 140 over 90
get in get out i'm gone they keep looking but can't find me
i aint got nothing for you if you thirsty drink spit
i'm grimey i'm ill with a pen i'm too sick
real recognize real you're a stranger who's this
I stay working dusk till dawn
I been right and I been wrong
the days are short and the nights are long
you only here for a moment
before u know it you'll be gone
smacking you on purpose no accidents or sorry's
all them games you playin with me it's getting old like Atari's
going back to the future before the Parkinson's got Marty
imma buy my ammo cheap i'm coming back to kill the party
shut that motherfucker down like the neighbors called the cops
yellow tape and chalk body bags to haul em off
they tryin to avoid me I know they hear me knocking
it just tells me that they fear me so when i catch em imma stomp em
have em running when I blow up like a marathon in Boston
keep em real FUCKING nervous covid season and i'm coughing
there's no real reason just destroy em and I off em
never forget my face as if they see me often
these rappers real sweet cupcakes with extra frosting
say they got my number i'm hitting FUCK YOU when they calling
Mr. put it in the bag like I started at a Aldi's
MSG in their blood yeah these sissy's so salty
I stay working dusk till dawn
I been right and I been wrong
the days are short and the nights are long
you only here for a moment
before u know it you'll be gone
I drink tequila straight starting fight's i'm getting rowdy
when i'm off the shit's i'm grimey you getting dropped for getting mouthy
i'm a demon i'm a monster say hello to Mike Wazowski
try to kill me but they failed i sure hope they try again
cause a winner never quits and a quitter never wins
hypocrites look out for them still they tally up my sins
I been knowing that they're fake i'm seeing right through all there grins
hitting strikes up in a alley I aint aiming at no pins
always been a problem like equations find the sum
leave these grapes out in the dessert now they're raisins in the sun
never miss my shot that's more bullets for my gun
i train with moving targets so I love it when they run
screaming stop snitching they're the first ones that will tell
praying for my downfall throw a penny in a well
I always been a beast I just never found my bell
I want the climate that's like heaven with the company of hell
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