City Morgue - 33rd Blakk Glass lyrics

Yeah!

Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off

Look, I'm like Bob the Builder, bitch
With the big tool (T-t-t-trra)
30 hanging out
Like niggas used to skip school (Trra)
RIP woozy, I'm the nigga you can live through
(RIP) yeah, the big blood with
His motherfuckin' wrist blue
Tell papi through the mail
He could send the bricks through
Got a addy for the touchdown
When they get through (What)
Pussy boy, kill that noise, I'm that boy
Get who? Listen, you a bitch, lil' nigga
I'm a pit bull
Drop a location, pull up on him
Check his temperature
'Cause when we bump heads
Make sure you got that energy (Grra)
I'ma leave them punks dead
Pourin' out that Hennessy
Niggas in the trunk dead
Niggas can't remember me

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off

Let's fade away into the rain
Don't entertain what they cannot relate

Little black glass
Addicted to sellin' dime sacks (Okay)
Pedal down fast, I'm speedin'
Can't take my time back (What's up)
If you ride with 'em then go
Ahead and die with 'em
You was happy 'til you against me (yeah)
Came to the conclusion that
You hidin' from shit
Because ya' mans' mysteriously be
Dyin' and shit and that revenge
Y'all niggas ain't never take none
Dead friends, that's why I never make none
(yeah)

Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
Ziggler with the suplex slam
Make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain
You move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war 'til you get it called off