City Morgue - DIRTNAP lyrics
[City Morgue - DIRTNAP lyrics]
Yung Germ yeah
Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat
(Okay) through your doorknob
Spray chemicals on your dad hat (What's up?)
Chopper soundin' like a drummer boy drummin'
(Huh?) 'Til you get in closer
And all them little boys runnin' (Haha)
I'm a Uzi-shootin'
Fate-breakin', clutch-poppin', headbangin'
(Okay)
Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit
You hear the glass break (What's up?)
Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist
(Huh?) painted in a white face
Resemble dead presidents (Haha)
My waist, a pole
(What?) , I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload
(What?) , then count the bullet holes (What?)
On my waist, a pole
(What?) , I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?)
Then count the bullet holes (What? Okay)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside
(What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside
(What? What? What? What? What?)
Two guns, I nickname 'em Mick and Mallory
(Boom boom) 'Fore your body drop I'ma
Lift ya into gravity (Boom boom)
Like it's Red Dead Redemption
(Sleezy) , got big clip extensions (Boom)
We don't Twitter beef, it's RIP
You get the mentions (No, no)
And I can't slow down
(Fuck outta here) , might flip a whole town
With my big four pounds
(Boom) , staying ten-toes down (Work)
With my two-shot Derringer
(Boom) , uwop burnin' up (Sleezy)
Know you heard about me
I'm the school cop murderer (Mula)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside
(What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside
(What? What? What? What? What?)
Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat
(Okay) through your doorknob
Spray chemicals on your dad hat (What's up?)
Chopper soundin' like a drummer boy drummin'
(Huh?) 'Til you get in closer
And all them little boys runnin' (Haha)
I'm a Uzi-shootin'
Fate-breakin', clutch-poppin', headbangin'
(Okay)
Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit
You hear the glass break (What's up?)
Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist
(Huh?) painted in a white face
Resemble dead presidents (Haha)
My waist, a pole
(What?) , I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload
(What?) , then count the bullet holes (What?)
On my waist, a pole
(What?) , I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?)
Then count the bullet holes (What? Okay)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside
(What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside
(What? What? What? What? What?)
Two guns, I nickname 'em Mick and Mallory
(Boom boom) 'Fore your body drop I'ma
Lift ya into gravity (Boom boom)
Like it's Red Dead Redemption
(Sleezy) , got big clip extensions (Boom)
We don't Twitter beef, it's RIP
You get the mentions (No, no)
And I can't slow down
(Fuck outta here) , might flip a whole town
With my big four pounds
(Boom) , staying ten-toes down (Work)
With my two-shot Derringer
(Boom) , uwop burnin' up (Sleezy)
Know you heard about me
I'm the school cop murderer (Mula)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap
(Okay) , they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside
(What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside
(What? What? What? What? What?)