EKKSTACY, LIKEWISELUCY - SOTL lyrics
[EKKSTACY, LIKEWISELUCY - SOTL lyrics]
La La La La La, La
Look like silence of the lambs
Cause all my Nigga's think i'm sick (Yuh)
Walk out with choppa
Ball and chain around my hip (Uh)
Walk around with charges
Like a dynamite, a stick (What)
Bloody mass society, the victim get to pick
Got Robitussin in my cup I know
This shit don't even work (Huh)
Gut him like a fish
I leave his skin up on this earth (Yuh)
I'm a fucking maniac, a rival for the church
I put my hobbies on a list
I lay the bodies in the dirt
Blade tip let my blade rip
She staring right into my eyes
But I am faceless i am nameless
Can't feel i'm shameless
Fantasize 'bout suicide
And now i'm bleeding from my eyes
Don't fuck with me i don't play
You know Lucy run a fade
Clouds of red, it's bloody rain
I like self-inflicted pain
Bitch I feel like Kurt Cobain
I'll stomp that Nigga he a stain
Leave him 6 feet in the grave
Look like silence of the lambs
Cause all my Nigga's think i'm sick (Yuh)
Walk out with choppa
Ball and chain around my hip (Uh)
Walk around with charges
Like a dynamite, a stick (What)
Bloody mass society, the victim get to pick
La La La La La, La
Look like silence of the lambs
Cause all my Nigga's think i'm sick (Yuh)
Walk out with choppa
Ball and chain around my hip (Uh)
Walk around with charges
Like a dynamite, a stick (What)
Bloody mass society, the victim get to pick
Got Robitussin in my cup I know
This shit don't even work (Huh)
Gut him like a fish
I leave his skin up on this earth (Yuh)
I'm a fucking maniac, a rival for the church
I put my hobbies on a list
I lay the bodies in the dirt
Blade tip let my blade rip
She staring right into my eyes
But I am faceless i am nameless
Can't feel i'm shameless
Fantasize 'bout suicide
And now i'm bleeding from my eyes
Don't fuck with me i don't play
You know Lucy run a fade
Clouds of red, it's bloody rain
I like self-inflicted pain
Bitch I feel like Kurt Cobain
I'll stomp that Nigga he a stain
Leave him 6 feet in the grave
Look like silence of the lambs
Cause all my Nigga's think i'm sick (Yuh)
Walk out with choppa
Ball and chain around my hip (Uh)
Walk around with charges
Like a dynamite, a stick (What)
Bloody mass society, the victim get to pick
La La La La La, La
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