City Morgue - 666 lyrics
[City Morgue - 666 lyrics]
(Godzilla) fuck all the miscellaneous
These niggas don't want war with
A two headed dog
I’ma run up with the tools and the swords
I'ma go body to body with all the lords
I'ma go pray to an Uzi
Bodybag, toe tag, tailback woofin’
Never seen a demon so swift with an Uzi
6-6-6, with hell-bound shooters, bitch
(Mula) bitch, if you 'bout it
You ain't ever caught without it
(Fuck outta here)
Funny bands stuffed in my pocket
Two point five K for the outfit (Mula)
Sleep with the gun, pump on the front dresser
(Blaow)
Cookin' the coke 'til the crack turn yellow
(Work)
Get the most choices from the gun sellers
In the Rolls Royces with the umbrellas
(Skrrt)
Four doors sit if the doors don't lift
Sittin' Sidewayz on some Paul Wall shit
Cop a shotty, then we saw it off, shit
(Blaow)
Catch a body, catch four more, shit (Blaow)
Everybody whacked on some old bullshit
(Blaow)
That's some awful shit, my gun auto, shit
Hunnid round drum on the handgun (Rrah)
Bet you gon’ run when your man run (Bitch)
Drippin’ with blood on my lac
Knives in my back, rats in my trap
Holes in my mask, cold underpass
I'll still send you back
I’ll still send you back
These niggas don't want war with
A two headed dog
I’ma run up with the tools and the swords
I'ma go body to body with all the lords
I'ma go pray to an Uzi
Bodybag, toe tag, tailback woofin’
Never seen a demon so swift with an Uzi
6-6-6, with hell-bound shooters, bitch
(Mula) bitch, if you 'bout it
You ain't ever caught without it
(Fuck outta here)
Funny bands stuffed in my pocket
Two point five K for the outfit (Mula)
Sleep with the gun, pump on the front dresser
(Blaow)
Cookin' the coke 'til the crack turn yellow
(Work)
Get the most choices from the gun sellers
In the Rolls Royces with the umbrellas
(Skrrt)
Four doors sit if the doors don't lift
Sittin' Sidewayz on some Paul Wall shit
Cop a shotty, then we saw it off, shit
(Blaow)
Catch a body, catch four more, shit (Blaow)
Everybody whacked on some old bullshit
(Blaow)
That's some awful shit, my gun auto, shit
Hunnid round drum on the handgun (Rrah)
Bet you gon’ run when your man run (Bitch)
Drippin’ with blood on my lac
Knives in my back, rats in my trap
Holes in my mask, cold underpass
I'll still send you back
I’ll still send you back