Lyrics:
dogs, damn but I can't fuckin' tame them
Freaky hoe, what? Try to suck my ball but I can't fuckin' blame them
Long live my dog, long live Red he was
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
wide and they're bright and glazed
As the moon turns red through the misty haze
Your face it says it all, I dare you to ask it
We're all going to hell
Tennessee another bugged
Out nigga stunts
Fuckin with me huh? you fuckin
With the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have
Your brains cooked well done
Now
might just send you straight to hell
Straight to hell
Said i might just send you straight to hell
Bitch i got a fuckin glock and it's sitting on a shelf
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
have it
Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it
Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
Grab a nine, by my side
Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga
Thinking
to shoot
At midnight the fuckin moons turning blood red and maroon
Shootin up the school like watchu gonna do
The bully on the other end was really fuckin
pop-pop
Leavin' suckers flat back on their ass, G
It's in hells where I'm livin' if you ask me
I give a fuck my nigga about dissin' them
Cause already I'm
Looked inside your eyes for your love
But it was gone
Left me by myself in hell
But you blind you ain't know
Yeah... Oh... I let it fuckin die
Played by
wanna be happy like Forrest before he broke up with Citlali
Ion want no bum by my side, gotta have a couple hobbies
Like that one girl that whip that red
lock it down
So when you bitches need me, call
(By your side with my scythe and red wine)
I'll make 'em wish they never lived at all
(I'll fuck 'em
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
in the atmosphere
( dark wicked images):
Look a severed head and a dead body comes back to life pick up it's head and by the light of the blood red
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
fingertips like a jumpball
Gettin paid he can't sign a deal if it sound off
Told them he gone fuckin stay fly with no downfall
Youngin he gone rob 2 get by 4
was young and mellow
Congratulations, you done turned me to a fuckin' rebel (yeah)
Yeah, I've been peeped by how you move like some new luggage (new
(hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (walk with the fuckin' Glock)
Niggas talk
Like a landmine of sorts, check the body report
Hardly a sport when you're the one with the edge
I'm never bringin' it stale so show some fuckin' respect
fuckin dome
Infared lasers flashin all up in your eyes
Is it green? Is it red? Only I decide
I don't want no fuckin money I just want your fuckin life
I
use ya teeth (nope)
I'm Danny in that phantom (woah)
Stackin green wit out no lantern (hell nawh)
And you can keep the fuckin bike (keep that)
These
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name
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