Sinizter - Abomination lyrics
[Sinizter - Abomination lyrics]
Verse 1: Ima put these hands on you and then
Stand on you till you passed out
He was coming at full speed but
Look he ran his gas out
Shoot the 8 thru homie face and
Now he got a glass mouth
I keep squeezing till he die there
Ain’t no fucking tap outs
Pussy what you mad bout oh I’m
Flexin on yo bitch ass
You all bout guns and roses till
I’m slashin’ on yo bitch ass
Spin yo fuckin block and get to
Choppin’ with the big mag
I’m all about the beef get flame
Broiled like a big mac
I’m on go who u think u playing with
Slide up I ain’t saying shit
On the ground you layin’ stiff
If yo homie try to intervene
I'll get to sprayin’ shit
I’ll make a muthafucka Macarena
Got ‘em thank he hit
My back against the wall got
My word and my balls
Inhaling gun smoke like what the
Fuck you think you doin’
If you want me to trip then tell
‘em come and light this bomb
The pressure from blast will
Peel the skin right
Off the arm clear the scene bitch
Verse 2: Dummy’s hit yo noggin tell me where
The fuck yo heart go
Put you under pressure I’m gon’ break
‘em till the scars show
Why the fuck you walkin’ in all
Flashy like a car show
Now you out here bitchin’ when we
At you with the long nose
Dawg say he gon’ slide bitch look
That iron ain’t no paper weight
Bro gon’ bend that corner and just
Hit you with that fade away
Hammers in my hand like UFC
So put that blade away
We in the cage today rest of the
Month we on a paper chase
I been movin’ out dolo
One button like a cholo
Ima slide with the brooms sticks and then
Shake shit like a snow globe
Fill ya bitch like a ho’ ho’
Jimmy on me no low blows
Brown boys with them sticks out tryna
Lick something for the low low
Stand on you till you passed out
He was coming at full speed but
Look he ran his gas out
Shoot the 8 thru homie face and
Now he got a glass mouth
I keep squeezing till he die there
Ain’t no fucking tap outs
Pussy what you mad bout oh I’m
Flexin on yo bitch ass
You all bout guns and roses till
I’m slashin’ on yo bitch ass
Spin yo fuckin block and get to
Choppin’ with the big mag
I’m all about the beef get flame
Broiled like a big mac
I’m on go who u think u playing with
Slide up I ain’t saying shit
On the ground you layin’ stiff
If yo homie try to intervene
I'll get to sprayin’ shit
I’ll make a muthafucka Macarena
Got ‘em thank he hit
My back against the wall got
My word and my balls
Inhaling gun smoke like what the
Fuck you think you doin’
If you want me to trip then tell
‘em come and light this bomb
The pressure from blast will
Peel the skin right
Off the arm clear the scene bitch
Verse 2: Dummy’s hit yo noggin tell me where
The fuck yo heart go
Put you under pressure I’m gon’ break
‘em till the scars show
Why the fuck you walkin’ in all
Flashy like a car show
Now you out here bitchin’ when we
At you with the long nose
Dawg say he gon’ slide bitch look
That iron ain’t no paper weight
Bro gon’ bend that corner and just
Hit you with that fade away
Hammers in my hand like UFC
So put that blade away
We in the cage today rest of the
Month we on a paper chase
I been movin’ out dolo
One button like a cholo
Ima slide with the brooms sticks and then
Shake shit like a snow globe
Fill ya bitch like a ho’ ho’
Jimmy on me no low blows
Brown boys with them sticks out tryna
Lick something for the low low