| Yung Germ
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| Ryder, turn me up!
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| Acid base (What?), burn down to the vein (Okay)
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| From waist down (What?), and now you need a cane (Okay)
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| Lobotomize your friends, I hammer nails into they brain (Wassup?)
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| Hunt you down with pictures taken, I’m in every frame (Wassup?)
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| Children of the Corn, our land is off the block (Huh?)
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| Do you want a dirt nap? |
| I’ll put you down to rot (Huh?)
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| Fuckin' on your bitch, I got blood all on my cock (Haha)
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| Dig your boy a deep grave then hit the bedrock (Haha)
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| Stalk yo' clique like a cobra (Okay)
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| Take my truck then roll over ya (Wassup?)
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| Tie you up to a boulder, uh (Okay)
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| Take C-4, start the timer up (What?)
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| They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
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| They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
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| They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
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| Tick-tock, boom, clear the whole damn room (Okay)
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| I got my clip, clip, tick, tick, it go mad loud (Boom-boom)
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| Potato on the Adler, I ain’t makin' hashbrowns (Rrah)
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| See a opp on my block, Vinny here, ran 'em down (Fuck outta here)
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| Black swimmers (Boom), ass round (Boom), this gon' be a man down (Boom-boom)
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| P-P-Percy got me cold sweatin' (Work!), hot head, them hoes fakin' (Slide)
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| Bodies on the boulder (Run out), you ain’t doin' no steppin' (Fuck outta here)
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| Airing out your whole section (Boom-boom), bitch, I’m 007 (Sleezy!)
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| Pole hit your skull, lift your soul like you flexin' (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
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| It’s a tick, tick, tick, gettin' bread up on this bitch (Mula!)
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| Got my clip, clip, clip, infrared up on this bitch (Rrah)
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| It’s gon' hit, hit, hit, split your head up on this bitch (Boom-boom-boom)
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| Got these drumsticks, like they chicken legs up on this bitch (Sleezy!)
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| Stalk yo' clique like a cobra (Okay)
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| Take my truck then roll over ya (Wassup?)
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| Tie you up to a boulder, uh (Okay)
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| Take C-4, start the timer up (What?)
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| They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
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| They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
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| They waitin' for the tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (What?)
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| Tick-tock, boom, clear the whole damn room (Okay) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C4, artist - City Morgue. Album song CITY MORGUE VOL 2: AS GOOD AS DEAD, in the genre Иностранный рок