City Morgue - Chains lyrics

Ha ha hahaha

Bitch, I'm rippin’ off my scabs and
Bleedin' on my fuckin' choppas
Army artillery, rivalin’ helicopters
Liquified intestines, volcanic ashes and lava
Let the Wardog find his way home
Cause, hell, if I'ma

Don't bark, I'll bite don't wrong, I'm right
Don't fold, Hell, die murderer or suicide
Don't bark, I’ll bite don’t wrong, I'm right
Don’t fold, Hell, die
Murderer or suicide (Woo)

I don't pick and choose (Fuck outta here)
Look, I bought a bigger tool (Rrah)
Jumping out the bushes with
The choppa, blocka, peekaboo
(Rrah) pull up, Maybach '62
(Skrrt) , movin' like it’s Pikachu (Skrrt)
Listen, bitch, I paid my dues
(Fuck outta here)
Fuck around and make the news (Rrah)
Bitch, I'm smokin' Christmas tree
All I blow is piffery
Hit the curb, cook a bird
Like it's rotisserie (Fish scale)
Two bad bitches named and Tiffany (Slide)
She slob on my knob, oh my God, no kissin' me
(Cook it up)
China white bricks, sell a lotta white bricks
Put it in the pot
Let it blow like dynamite sticks (Work)
Bitch, I got the chops, gripped up
Osama type shit
Stupid thot, get my dick sucked
Madonna white chicks (Slide)
Bitch, I'm Larry with the Steele
Cause I'm really in the field
Niggas scarier than trill
Don't compare me to your deal
(Fuck outta here) it's Big Sleez, bitch
Put my family in my will
I'ma melt a nigga grill
Like a chop cheese bitch (Mula)