Lyrics FLAP LIPS - City Morgue, ZillaKami

FLAP LIPS

Yung Germ
Yeah
Break your bloody nose (Okay)
Punch you in your stomach, bet you feel it in your toes (What's up?)
Shoot in you in your chest, I bet you feel it in your soul (Yeah)
Hell is where it goes (Yeah), watch your soul as it arose (Yeah)
Stab you in your freakin' woof, woof, put you in the dirt (What?)
Always claimin' gangs but never ever put in work (Okay)
You opposing me, I bet you end up on a shirt (Okay)
Or maybe even worse, handicapped going to church (Okay, okay, okay)
Forty year olds stay tryin' to get in somethin' (Uh-huh)
Sit your old ass down before you slip or somethin' (What?)
Sit down 'fore you slip a fuckin' disc or somethin', huh (Okay)
I’m a war pit (Pit), young and ruthless (Ruthless)
Sit at home, flap lips (Yeah)
That’s an arly visit to the dentist (Okay)
Shot him, now he need an intrmission
Woof, woof, barkin' for attention (Okay)
Sit at home, flap lips (Yeah)
That’s an easy ticket to the news clip (Okay)
Shot him, now he don’t know who his mom is
Woof, woof, barkin' 'cause he mindless