The Dead Girlz - OH! lyrics

These two cock-in-mouth AIDS infested
Bitches wanna diss me, but only if
Someone else writes wicked lyrics for
Them like I said before
You're just as fake as your fucking
Talent and whoever told you
That you had skill only wanted
To ruin you hahaha

Aw shit, it’s Razakel in this bitch
Stepping out from the shadows spitting
That real wicked shit
Fucking up these ugly bitches thinking
They true high class
They ain't nothing but disgraces with
Dick stuck up their asses
Classless dick-riding cock-in-mouth queens
Using Juggalos by claiming wicked shit
In a Hip-Hop scene
I'ma hang you by your weave and knock
Your dyke size back in place


I ain’t that lady-like bitches I
Will shit on your face
Oh and Lady Morgan, Miss Sarah and Teresa
Hope you got your VD cards 'cause
Y'all are well known skeezers
Razakel the wicked queen
Get down on your knees
So why can death be my bitch? Just
Like SickTanicK did to Lo Key

Oh, oh (yeah) we love to make the blood
(yeah) flow, flow (Oh)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake haired
(oh) hoes, hoes (yeah)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know
(Okay) that we the wicked bitches taking
(oh) shit under control (Oh) oh, oh (yeah)
Dead and six feet
(yeah) deep below, below (Oh)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how
(oh) we roll, how we roll (yeah)
But now they’ll know, but now they’ll know
(Okay) 'Cause we write our own lyrics
(oh) and singing the write note (Oh)

No more room in Hell
I bet they’d clear a space
For trash connections like you searing hot
Get disgraced and nameless in the game are
The only true things that you do
Chinese dick trap and I beat ripped pats
Time you think you're fucking hard
Cum in ass on the frontline
Mean mind's got that evil shit
Falling through our wicked queen bitch phase
(We ain't giving no fall out)
Only reason that you claim it’s sad is 'cause
It's a game in which you can't survive
Your glassless ass has a rash and burn while
This pair of two sick inches rot
I should cut your shit from ear-to-ear but
The underground on their fucking misery
'Cause guaranteed you keep up
Your no-class charade
You'll be laughed right out the industry

Oh, oh (yeah) we love to make the blood
(yeah) flow, flow (Oh)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake haired
(oh) hoes, hoes (yeah)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know
(Okay) that we the wicked bitches taking
(oh) shit under control (Oh) oh, oh (yeah)
Dead and six feet
(yeah) deep below, below (Oh)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how
(oh) we roll, how we roll (yeah)
But now they'll know, but now they'll know
(Okay) 'Cause we write our own lyrics
(oh) and singing the write note (Oh)

Hold the fuck up
Something's definitely wrong
You mean to tell me these
Bitches are still carrying on?
I swear I've heard them before but
They had a different name
Oh, that's right, the slut version of KMK
I have never heard jerk music
Get this out of control
By a walking ad for AIDS
And a loudmouth troll
And you wonder why females
Are not taken seriously
'cause sluts like this are given the mic
And are allowed to spit it freely
Get at me bitches and lets
Flip this fucking script
Hang you at your own show
By your infested droopy guts
I ain't expecting shit, in fact, fuck
These bitches made me laugh
The bottom fucking line, fuck true high-class

Oh, oh (yeah) we love to make the blood
(yeah) flow, flow (Oh)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake haired
(oh) hoes, hoes (yeah)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know
(Okay) that we the wicked bitches taking
(oh) shit under control (Oh) oh, oh (yeah)
Dead and six feet
(yeah) deep below, below (Oh)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how
(oh) we roll, how we roll (yeah)
But now they'll know, but now they'll know
(Okay) 'Cause we write our own lyrics
(oh) and singing the write note (Oh)
Oh, oh (yeah) we love to make the blood
(yeah) flow, flow (Oh)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake haired
(oh) hoes, hoes (yeah)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know
(Okay) that we the wicked bitches taking
(oh) shit under control (Oh) oh, oh (yeah)
Dead and six feet
(yeah) deep below, below (Oh)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how
(oh) we roll, how we roll (yeah)
But now they'll know, but now they'll know
(Okay) 'Cause we write our own lyrics
(oh) and singing the write note (Oh) oh