Dumbfoundead - Crushing Limbs lyrics
[Dumbfoundead - Crushing Limbs lyrics]
Running on the rocky cliffs, craters craters
Waiting for them to pull me down
Hater haters
I hear there footsteps loud and clearly
Coming to draw me in as their own
Misery is looking for a wingman
Wit' a picture
Of me asking have you seen him, yea haters
Love company oh don’t they
While they roll there
Eyes at me I just roll j’s
There are no days off for the hateful
LA’s full of those so stay tuned, they don’t
Like what im doing but respected it
Sayin they
Don’t mess with it but dissect it
They tell me
I'm weird I tell 'em their normal
Im just trying
To take you to a different place wormhole
I ain't yall not cut from the same cloth
Cut from a whole nother fabric with a
Chainsaw, you won't find me
On your favorite blogs
But your girl bump me during her daily
Jogs, a past full of battles, a future full
Of gold, you ain't touch me yet
Peep all o' them bullet-holes
Fighters fingers squished my ribs
Squeezed the guts out and let it rip
My barrels emptiness is from
There crushing limbs
Shoot all you want but I shoot back
Send one my way and I’ll
Shoot two back, soon as it hit's
You can hear bones crack
From there crushing limbs, fire at
Will, shoot the haters, fire at will
Shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot
The haters, shoot to kill
Now who’s your favorite?
Not a violent guy, just got a violent history
(gun cocking) do you like
My style of pistoling, don’t be
Fooled by the wardrobe, I grew
Up playing in warzones, i don’t care about
Critics or bad reviews, get it, I
Just ain't feelin your attitude, i
Didn’t make up the rules but
I like to break em
Cookin in the lab without
An apron, all these haters of music makers
Are making my trigger finger itchy
It’s the swim team mothafuckas and I
Live by the code of the
Blowed, not davincis, it's hunting season
Ima hunt you down, i wanna see you
Run like you run your mouth, an
Ak47 with a hundred rounds
Shoot all of the haters lets gun em down
My barrels emptiness is from
There crushing limbs
My barrels emptiness Is from
There crushing limbs
Shoot all you want but I shoot back
Send one my way and I’ll
Shoot two back, soon as it hit's
You can hear bones crack
From there crushing limbs, fire at
Will, shoot the haters, fire at will
Shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot
The haters, shoot to kill
Now who’s your favorite?
My barrels emptiness is from
There crushing limbs
Waiting for them to pull me down
Hater haters
I hear there footsteps loud and clearly
Coming to draw me in as their own
Misery is looking for a wingman
Wit' a picture
Of me asking have you seen him, yea haters
Love company oh don’t they
While they roll there
Eyes at me I just roll j’s
There are no days off for the hateful
LA’s full of those so stay tuned, they don’t
Like what im doing but respected it
Sayin they
Don’t mess with it but dissect it
They tell me
I'm weird I tell 'em their normal
Im just trying
To take you to a different place wormhole
I ain't yall not cut from the same cloth
Cut from a whole nother fabric with a
Chainsaw, you won't find me
On your favorite blogs
But your girl bump me during her daily
Jogs, a past full of battles, a future full
Of gold, you ain't touch me yet
Peep all o' them bullet-holes
Fighters fingers squished my ribs
Squeezed the guts out and let it rip
My barrels emptiness is from
There crushing limbs
Shoot all you want but I shoot back
Send one my way and I’ll
Shoot two back, soon as it hit's
You can hear bones crack
From there crushing limbs, fire at
Will, shoot the haters, fire at will
Shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot
The haters, shoot to kill
Now who’s your favorite?
Not a violent guy, just got a violent history
(gun cocking) do you like
My style of pistoling, don’t be
Fooled by the wardrobe, I grew
Up playing in warzones, i don’t care about
Critics or bad reviews, get it, I
Just ain't feelin your attitude, i
Didn’t make up the rules but
I like to break em
Cookin in the lab without
An apron, all these haters of music makers
Are making my trigger finger itchy
It’s the swim team mothafuckas and I
Live by the code of the
Blowed, not davincis, it's hunting season
Ima hunt you down, i wanna see you
Run like you run your mouth, an
Ak47 with a hundred rounds
Shoot all of the haters lets gun em down
My barrels emptiness is from
There crushing limbs
My barrels emptiness Is from
There crushing limbs
Shoot all you want but I shoot back
Send one my way and I’ll
Shoot two back, soon as it hit's
You can hear bones crack
From there crushing limbs, fire at
Will, shoot the haters, fire at will
Shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot
The haters, shoot to kill
Now who’s your favorite?
My barrels emptiness is from
There crushing limbs