City Morgue - Tourettes lyrics
[City Morgue - Tourettes lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah wassup?
Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup, yeah
Miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah) miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah)
(Mula) s-O-S-A, tatted like a essay
Swiss cheese barrel on the motherfuckin' SK
(Rrah) throw half a brick on a scale
Like it's dead weight (Work)
If I go back to jail, prolly be a fed case
Going out like Big Meech
Ain't going under six feet (No no)
And my plug from Mexico
So we get the bricks cheap (Fish scale)
City Morgue Cartel, got it fa' the 16 (Work)
Got the coke popping in the pot
Like it's fish grease (Work)
Niggas know the price (Mula)
Fuck a rap deal nigga
Brick of dope looks nice (Fuck outta here)
Get the 'Rari, nigga
I don't get the motorbikes (Skrr)
Still in the trap, eating chicken over rice
Getting rich overnight (Mula)
Look, SosMula be bag chasin' (Facts)
Only sell white like I'm mad racist (Work)
In a sports car, be drag racing (Skrr)
Got more pumps than the gas station
Ha, switch my trap phone
'cause the feds watching (Fuck outta here)
Soon the opps come back out
We gon' headshot 'em
Talkin' on the net
So when you see us defeat us
Gon' stretch your fingers, nerd ass nigga
And Ctrl + Alt + Delete us
Can't hold my hands down in Hell (Wassup)
Drain the blood 'til it bail (Wassup)
I'll die on these tracks
Cause I tripped on the rails
Young Zilla the tide splitter
The Cerberus head
Hitter done put me on medicine
Ain't no slave to your government
So I, speak to the ones who can't speak
And now everybody wanna run from me (yeah)
Life is a doggy door
Ran from the city just to sit in the morgue
That's all, life is a doggy door
You ran from the city just
To sit in the morgue
Miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah) miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah wassup?
Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup, yeah
Miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah) miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah)
(Mula) s-O-S-A, tatted like a essay
Swiss cheese barrel on the motherfuckin' SK
(Rrah) throw half a brick on a scale
Like it's dead weight (Work)
If I go back to jail, prolly be a fed case
Going out like Big Meech
Ain't going under six feet (No no)
And my plug from Mexico
So we get the bricks cheap (Fish scale)
City Morgue Cartel, got it fa' the 16 (Work)
Got the coke popping in the pot
Like it's fish grease (Work)
Niggas know the price (Mula)
Fuck a rap deal nigga
Brick of dope looks nice (Fuck outta here)
Get the 'Rari, nigga
I don't get the motorbikes (Skrr)
Still in the trap, eating chicken over rice
Getting rich overnight (Mula)
Look, SosMula be bag chasin' (Facts)
Only sell white like I'm mad racist (Work)
In a sports car, be drag racing (Skrr)
Got more pumps than the gas station
Ha, switch my trap phone
'cause the feds watching (Fuck outta here)
Soon the opps come back out
We gon' headshot 'em
Talkin' on the net
So when you see us defeat us
Gon' stretch your fingers, nerd ass nigga
And Ctrl + Alt + Delete us
Can't hold my hands down in Hell (Wassup)
Drain the blood 'til it bail (Wassup)
I'll die on these tracks
Cause I tripped on the rails
Young Zilla the tide splitter
The Cerberus head
Hitter done put me on medicine
Ain't no slave to your government
So I, speak to the ones who can't speak
And now everybody wanna run from me (yeah)
Life is a doggy door
Ran from the city just to sit in the morgue
That's all, life is a doggy door
You ran from the city just
To sit in the morgue
Miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah) miss teeth
(yeah, yeah) , good grief (yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep
(yeah, yeah)