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• Artiste: City Morgue
• Titre: Sk8 Head
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Yeah, ho, what's up? Yeah, ho, what's up? Yeah, ho, what's up? Yeah, ho, what's up? Who cares who you is? Are you scared? You scared! Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared! I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares? We'll leave it at that, motherfuckers, say your prayers Coolin' in the new freezer, got my new heater Little bitch, I'm the school shooter, you the school teacher Lamborghini, it's a two-seater, fuck your new Beamer Pouring up in the 2-liter, pop a blue demon Need my watch overflooded And my Glock cold with custom Look, it's not no discussion Leave your top on concussion Don't get shot over nothin' Got the pot overflooded Work busting out the boat Like it's pots overboilin' Go 'head and spill the beans See, my dope be killing fiends Stretch the work like limousines .30 with the infra beam And my bitch from Philippines Pussy fresh like Listerine Wash the money, Mr. Clean PCP and nicotine Bitch, I'm sleazy, I'm Big Sleeze, it's Big B Don't you play me, fucking crazy, but bitch, please Gon' turn your lady and your baby to Swiss cheese We on that fuck shit, I should bag your stomach Who cares who you is? Are you scared? You scared! Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared! I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares? We'll leave it at that, motherfuckers, say your prayers Aye, fuck that We was in the trenches with the bitch So getting fucked up with the pit Mobbing down with Triple 6 Aye, fuck that Fuck the opposition, fuck your kids Fuck your gang and fuck your friends and any shit you niggas in Aye, I got soldiers who sending souls up and doing hold-ups Zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra I told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia Mask, gloves, beggars Oh fuck... shit! Slump in the cut, put that Glock in yo' stomach, bitch Talk all that talk, be the cause of concussion, bitch Bow down 'fore you on the news like yo' cousin Bow down, nigga, ain't no peace, no discussion Yeah, ho, what's up? Yeah, ho, what's up? Yeah, ho, what's up? Yeah, ho, what's up? Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared! Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared! I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares? We'll leave it at that, motherfuckers, say your prayers