Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sacrifice , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Guddaville (Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.11.2009
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Sacrifice |
| I have you sweatin' so hard you need 3 or 4 towels |
| After that all I need is 3 or 4 showers |
| Just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours |
| Then come to your hood to get 3 or 4 cowards |
| You think your Bison like you play for Howard |
| But you can duck like Howard, I make you fall like the towers |
| I cut your arm off and tell you to reach |
| Then I cut your tongue off and I tell you to speak (nigga) |
| My niggas in the circle in the middle of the bonfire |
| They quick to become arsonists to set you on fire |
| The flesh start to smell but who gives a fuck? |
| Heaven or hell, nigga you need to pick one |
| Prrattt stick um now you become a victim |
| Now, you become a victim |
| Yeah, you become a victim |
| I’m evil like 3 6's, nigga, minus the mafia |
| Ain’t no brakes on my shit nigga no stoppin uh |
| Young cannibal, cut ya like a cantalope |
| I mistreat bodies for breakfast, I eat bodies uh |
| You could smell fear in the distance spring |
| Karma, fearless |
| Come with us home, better witness them |
| Sa-cri-fice |
| (We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice (x2) |
| We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice (x2)) |
| Its Weezy F. Crazy |
| You scary ass rappers on the beat I’m Wes Craven |
| But I’m eastside 'til I reside in the grave |
| And you come in my basement and see the bodies I’m savin' |
| Bloodbath flow yes it’s time for some bathin' |
| Shotty wit' the drum and I’ma play it like a cadence |
| Invasion, I cook ya like the Asians |
| Put bread on ya head like a raisin |
| You a danish, you need glazin' |
| Pardon me man, but I’m cravin' |
| I got you in the oven but I’m waitin' |
| I’m patient, for my patient |
| Yeah, There’s a meeting in my kitchen |
| Shhh, there’s rappers sleeping in my kitchen |
| Young money creatures |
| Kill your sweet ass then eat you muthafucka |
| We take your body for a mothafuckin' sacrifice |
| See you in hell bitch meet me in the afterlife |
| Minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand |
| Nigga, knife to ya head, you my sacrificial lamb |
| Nigga, I can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people |
| Paint the scene, I’ma leave a bunch of red people |
| Saddam, I bomb, I’m insane, Hussein |
| Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame |
| Blood on my glove, while im burying the witness |
| Cut your limbs off, I’m on my Jeffrey Dahmer sick shit |
| For real I’m ill, we marching like the military |
| Coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery |
| You niggas sweet, get ate like Ben N' Jerrys |
| You niggas very fairy |
| Tell frail better go and say your Hail Mary |
| Rocket launcher bitch, I’m a throw a Hail Mary |
| Young Gudda bitch |