$uicideboy$, Ramirez - Omen lyrics
[$uicideboy$, Ramirez - Omen lyrics]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon
Cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch
Now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb
Hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey")
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
(Who said that?)
SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a 44
Don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch
She used to suck my dick
Told me, "keep it secret
Can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak
Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up 'till I OD, ayy, fuck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothafucka'
Leave a nigga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a
Nigga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters
Takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound
The devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife!
(try it) don't hesitate to take a
Nigga life real quick
Cause if you do, the nigga is
Gonna try to take yours, bitch
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon
Cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch
Now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb
Hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey")
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
(Who said that?)
SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a 44
Don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch
She used to suck my dick
Told me, "keep it secret
Can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak
Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up 'till I OD, ayy, fuck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothafucka'
Leave a nigga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a
Nigga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters
Takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound
The devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife!
(try it) don't hesitate to take a
Nigga life real quick
Cause if you do, the nigga is
Gonna try to take yours, bitch