FREDDIE DREDD - SIC lyrics

[FREDDIE DREDD - SIC lyrics]

Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches,  I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah,  not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-

I feel so mothafuckin’ sick from
The murders that I do
Blood streamin' down your neck
As I grip up to the Tec


Head poundin' like the pigs
At yo' mothafuckin' door
No questions will be asked because
You a stupid hoe
Find yo' mothafuckin’ body mutilated
In the sea lookin' like a fuckin' trout
Blood all spread out
You think there’s recovery?
Bitch, you do not want to know me
F-R-E-D Dredd is me
Feel me creepin' down yo' street
Body so sore from the bullshit I endure
Demons poisonin' yo' mind
Take a picture of yo' demise
Say goodbye to yo' life because
It will end so fast
Motherfuckin' hit the gas
'cause yo' carcass will not last
In the motherfuckin' face
Such a motherfuckin' shame
You will not look the same
Once again I'll tell you mane
I will kill you, not for
Play, just for pleasure, that's so sane
I can not ask any mo', shut the fuck up
Hit the flo'

Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-

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