BAMBOON , Rozz Dyliams, Astral Trap - Crown Vic lyrics
[BAMBOON , Rozz Dyliams, Astral Trap - Crown Vic lyrics]
What the haps - Perhaps you
Ain't heard a Number One
Dylan the murder man who murder
Hoes like you for fun
Fun is a relative term that
Doesn't apply to the way
That I experience any and
Everything under the sun
I feel like Nino, under the gun
Runnin -N- Gunnin like Tommy spraying and
Hoping that it hit someone
What do you think I am some kind of jerk
I'm cursed when I asked a Magic 8 Ball a
Question and shake it - it never works
You see me workin' it to be the worst
Its big WoTan get with thе program
Or be in a hearse
I seen somе things in my life
That would make you queasy to
The point it would make you
Easily contemplate leaving this earth
Meet your demise and leave it behind
Be it to your own devices and try
To keep up with my evil rhyme
Children of the corn being
Godly isn't my kind
Destined to be a glitch in
The system like Scotty
Ain't heard a Number One
Dylan the murder man who murder
Hoes like you for fun
Fun is a relative term that
Doesn't apply to the way
That I experience any and
Everything under the sun
I feel like Nino, under the gun
Runnin -N- Gunnin like Tommy spraying and
Hoping that it hit someone
What do you think I am some kind of jerk
I'm cursed when I asked a Magic 8 Ball a
Question and shake it - it never works
You see me workin' it to be the worst
Its big WoTan get with thе program
Or be in a hearse
I seen somе things in my life
That would make you queasy to
The point it would make you
Easily contemplate leaving this earth
Meet your demise and leave it behind
Be it to your own devices and try
To keep up with my evil rhyme
Children of the corn being
Godly isn't my kind
Destined to be a glitch in
The system like Scotty