Swag Toof, Rozz Dyliams - 100 Blades lyrics
[Swag Toof, Rozz Dyliams - 100 Blades lyrics]
Hundred blades
Trash bag walking down the street
With a hundred blades
Couldn't be as sharp as my
Team with a hundred blades
Never had a pillow I'm a
Sleep on hundred blades hundred blades
Walking down the street with a hundred
Woke up in a bed of a 100 blades
Head pounding mind still in a haze dazed
Turn to the right see a girl looking underage
Wait (what the fuck)
Turn to the left and a fuck boy in the safe
Shit wonder what they wanna take
Lift my tongue and get my fucking blade
Slice em' in the face put em'
Both in the black bag
Yeah yeah that's that Pussy boy
Turn for the catnap
Throw him in the back in the back
In the back in a black bag
Killa from the flatlands kicking in
Your brain like a catscan
Bring the whole village like some Afgan
We gon' get the last laugh
Pull up in the deadly parking lot
Like where Ouija Mac at?
3am on the highway
Walking down the shoulder with a migraine
From out I don't know why mane
Till the car slowed down shawty driving
Nothing but some murder on my mind mane
Lil milk skin shorty smell fine mane
Hopped in quiet I was smiling
Hundred blades in my bag and we ridin'
Right to yo throat run that
Money up right now
I'll pull this car up the
Road cut the lights out
Gas station kill everybody inside now
Beamer on pump six I guess
That's my ride now
(you gotta die now! you gonna die now)
Got the message from Choirboy there's
Blood on my phone now
(you gotta die now! you gonna die now)
Call R O Double and tell him
It's lit at the hide out
I got up to the spot "Hey fellas"
I just came from Himerdinger
Here's one for you, one for you, one for me
Now let's see what the new blades tell us
We all sat down spun them on the ground
In amazement when they landed on each other
Mine went to Choirboy his went to Ouija's
Ouija's went to mine maybe it's a sign
Then we all looked at each other when
They started spinning crazy
Now there levitating
Then they slowly floated into each our hands
Damn I feel just like the
Brand new House Of Krazees
Walked up out the door got some
Errands and some stuff to do
We don't fuck with you
We don't fuck around with cheap knifes
Only the finest craftsmanship to
Cut you fools
Trash bag walking down the street
With a hundred blades
Couldn't be as sharp as my
Team with a hundred blades
Never had a pillow I'm a
Sleep on hundred blades hundred blades
Walking down the street with a hundred
Woke up in a bed of a 100 blades
Head pounding mind still in a haze dazed
Turn to the right see a girl looking underage
Wait (what the fuck)
Turn to the left and a fuck boy in the safe
Shit wonder what they wanna take
Lift my tongue and get my fucking blade
Slice em' in the face put em'
Both in the black bag
Yeah yeah that's that Pussy boy
Turn for the catnap
Throw him in the back in the back
In the back in a black bag
Killa from the flatlands kicking in
Your brain like a catscan
Bring the whole village like some Afgan
We gon' get the last laugh
Pull up in the deadly parking lot
Like where Ouija Mac at?
3am on the highway
Walking down the shoulder with a migraine
From out I don't know why mane
Till the car slowed down shawty driving
Nothing but some murder on my mind mane
Lil milk skin shorty smell fine mane
Hopped in quiet I was smiling
Hundred blades in my bag and we ridin'
Right to yo throat run that
Money up right now
I'll pull this car up the
Road cut the lights out
Gas station kill everybody inside now
Beamer on pump six I guess
That's my ride now
(you gotta die now! you gonna die now)
Got the message from Choirboy there's
Blood on my phone now
(you gotta die now! you gonna die now)
Call R O Double and tell him
It's lit at the hide out
I got up to the spot "Hey fellas"
I just came from Himerdinger
Here's one for you, one for you, one for me
Now let's see what the new blades tell us
We all sat down spun them on the ground
In amazement when they landed on each other
Mine went to Choirboy his went to Ouija's
Ouija's went to mine maybe it's a sign
Then we all looked at each other when
They started spinning crazy
Now there levitating
Then they slowly floated into each our hands
Damn I feel just like the
Brand new House Of Krazees
Walked up out the door got some
Errands and some stuff to do
We don't fuck with you
We don't fuck around with cheap knifes
Only the finest craftsmanship to
Cut you fools