$uicideboy$, Ramirez - Sarcophagus lyrics
[$uicideboy$, Ramirez - Sarcophagus lyrics]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth
Welcome to the devil's place
Burning in eternal flames is where
Your body finna lay
Baker with the double Glock, he screams
He'll break your fuckin' face
Triple six is what we're chanting while
We're tearing up the place
Run yo' mouth, bitch, run yo' mouth
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
If you talking all that shit
Then let me see what you about
G59 in that motherfucking place
$UICIDEBOY$ and Ramirez taking
Over this bitch, mane
Anna got me clicking, tripping
Ripping on my fuckin' TEC
If a busta' run his mouth
An' then I'm aiming at his chest
Resurrected from the dead noob Saibot
Hit him with a fatal shot
Grip his heart and rip it out
Look into the fuckin darkness see
The fuckin' black abyss
Stare into the fuckin shadows and
Begin to worship the six
Talking to my demons inside
Of my fuckin' head
Looking for the fuckin' bloodshed
Murder is what they said
Point me a tone, right–
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a–
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right–
Point me a tone right–
Point, point, point, point
Point, point, point, point
Point, point, point, point
They recognize the Grey is twisted
Up with the six keepin' the shit too thick
The $carecrow without a stitch
Got to lay it down to drop a busta or sucka
Hail Satan, motherfuckers
Keep the meanin' undercover
Snatch a purse from your mother
Put a bullet in your brother
Ain't another motherfucker makes you
Suffer like I suffer, hoe
59 ways to murder all in one day
The $uicide craze will have you going insane
Stillness broken by reply and still
They be wondering why I'm
Constantly getting high
And trying to just end my life
With a swipe of a rusty
Blade with $lick engraved
Tombstone without a name
I'm just another slave
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a point–
Motherfuckers want to talk shit
Bark all you want, bitch
I know you see the shark
Fins creeping in the darkness
Now you nothing but an armless carcass
Bugs start to harvest
This was your fate regardless
Targets think I'm harmless
But they end up on my carpet
Threads turning scarlet
And so begins the carnage
Find them in the garbage
Carving in my name, I gotta
Say it's fucking tarnished, uh
Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone
Been too long
Wrote a blues song like Toussaint
After Lucifer bought my soul
Blood spilling out my head like
It was Dom Perignon long money in my palm
Calm as the fucking storm before
The crack of fucking dawn, ho
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth
Welcome to the devil's place
Burning in eternal flames is where
Your body finna lay
Baker with the double Glock, he screams
He'll break your fuckin' face
Triple six is what we're chanting while
We're tearing up the place
Run yo' mouth, bitch, run yo' mouth
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
If you talking all that shit
Then let me see what you about
G59 in that motherfucking place
$UICIDEBOY$ and Ramirez taking
Over this bitch, mane
Anna got me clicking, tripping
Ripping on my fuckin' TEC
If a busta' run his mouth
An' then I'm aiming at his chest
Resurrected from the dead noob Saibot
Hit him with a fatal shot
Grip his heart and rip it out
Look into the fuckin darkness see
The fuckin' black abyss
Stare into the fuckin shadows and
Begin to worship the six
Talking to my demons inside
Of my fuckin' head
Looking for the fuckin' bloodshed
Murder is what they said
Point me a tone, right–
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a–
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right–
Point me a tone right–
Point, point, point, point
Point, point, point, point
Point, point, point, point
They recognize the Grey is twisted
Up with the six keepin' the shit too thick
The $carecrow without a stitch
Got to lay it down to drop a busta or sucka
Hail Satan, motherfuckers
Keep the meanin' undercover
Snatch a purse from your mother
Put a bullet in your brother
Ain't another motherfucker makes you
Suffer like I suffer, hoe
59 ways to murder all in one day
The $uicide craze will have you going insane
Stillness broken by reply and still
They be wondering why I'm
Constantly getting high
And trying to just end my life
With a swipe of a rusty
Blade with $lick engraved
Tombstone without a name
I'm just another slave
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a point–
Motherfuckers want to talk shit
Bark all you want, bitch
I know you see the shark
Fins creeping in the darkness
Now you nothing but an armless carcass
Bugs start to harvest
This was your fate regardless
Targets think I'm harmless
But they end up on my carpet
Threads turning scarlet
And so begins the carnage
Find them in the garbage
Carving in my name, I gotta
Say it's fucking tarnished, uh
Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone
Been too long
Wrote a blues song like Toussaint
After Lucifer bought my soul
Blood spilling out my head like
It was Dom Perignon long money in my palm
Calm as the fucking storm before
The crack of fucking dawn, ho
Point me a tone, right