$uicideboy$, Germ - Hepatitis G lyrics

[$uicideboy$, Germ - Hepatitis G lyrics]

Niggas on banana peels
Always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face
Where it hurt the most dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels
Always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face
Where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels
Always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face
Where it hurt the most dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels
Always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face
Where it hurt the most

Lord of doom, king of gloom
Slowly crawlin' out my tomb, find
Out where you staying, fool
Cock it back and spray the room
Bloody murder
I'm the serpent out the book of Genesis
It's for certain, close the curtains
You won't live to see yo' kids
You ain't drinkin' Actavis, you
Are just an actor, bitch
Yung Christ the immaculate
Ball my fist up smack a bitch
King of the shit show, welcome to death row
$UICIDE, you know how it go, hoe
But I ain't Lil Germ though
God of the infernos

Dripped out! Niggas on banana peels
Always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face
Where it hurt the most

I fucking love it, the smell of rubbish
Ain't no discussion 'bout my
Decisions in public
Just let me run in gunnin'
Front him, go lucky, faggot
Smacked him in the face with a pack of acid
I'm trippin', but she said to pick my head up
Pickin' up drugs that's gon' keep
Me numb from the dump hand on the pump
Thinkin' 'bout callin' it off
Family problems
Just a bunch of motherfuckers
Lost with no cause
Loogies from the Uzi leave ya' oozin'
Shootin' movies
Left her with no jacuzzi scene in sight
The five, the eagle gon' bite
Ridin' 'round town with a fist full of spite
Bitch, just kill me now
'cause it's gon' be over
Ran out of options, just kill the rodents

Dripped out! Niggas on banana peels always
Gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face
Where it hurt the most

Uh, six blunts and they all for Mutt
Give none to the sluts
7th Ward where I cut up guts
Nugs up for the pluck
Eighth of bud, fucking roll and puff
Now I'm soaked in Tuss
In the Rover Truck, servin' hoes with lust
Throwed, I'm swervin' curves
I bust on curbs on purpose
Learn to trust the serpent soaked in blood
Potent rust encrusts the Shogun's blade
But now it's broken up coke and dust
Lil' bit on the razor when
I opened up my wrist
My bloody fist is fucking cold and I'm numb

"Why do you think it is so violent? Why
Is it so violent in New Orleans?"
"Shit man, fuck
It's violent 'cause fuck they don't
Wanna give a nigga no fucking job
Ya' hear me? They look at a nigga
They like: "fuck, you a hoodlum"
Ya' hear me? So
Fuck, if you don't wanna give it to me
Ya' hear me? And I'm tryna do the
Right thing, ya' hear me? Fuck, well fuck it
Look here, I gotta go take it
Ya' hear me? Fuck it"

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