Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caligula, artist - City Morgue. Album song CITY MORGUE VOL 1: HELL OR HIGH WATER, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hikari-Ultra
Song language: English
Caligula |
That’s when it blast, lay your ass in a basket |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! |
My face is always fucked up (Okay) |
My teeth is always fucked up (Okay) |
My knuckles always fucked up (What's up?) |
Fuck y’all, done wit' y’all (What's up?) |
Turn you to puddles and blast away (Huh?) |
Pull up, we rob with the mask away (Yeah) |
I just might take you to Hell today (Okay) |
I just might take all your breath away (Yeah, yeah) |
Turn into Satan, they worship me (Okay) |
Pray to the east, better turn to me (Okay) |
I just might take you to Hell today (Yeah) |
I just might take all your breath away (What? Yeah) |
Hit that, split that, huh (Okay) |
Niggas punks, I’m Caligula |
Chip that wig cap, huh (Okay, okay) |
Niggas chumps, I’m not with ya (Uh-huh) |
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (Okay) |
That’s when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (Okay) |
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up?) |
That’s when it blast, lay your ass in a basket |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! |
Mula! |
Put a nigga mouth on the curb |
Throwin' dead bodies all out on the curb |
Smokin' on opps, get the ounce of the herbs |
Got my weight up from the ounce of the birds (What?) |
All my ex-bitches saying, «I want to be friends still» |
See my wrist bust down, cold with the wind chill (Splat) |
Straight up, I’ma shoot through your windshield (Skrrt) |
I’ma pull up, I’ma spin you like a windmill |
Drop top tops on the new Chevrolet (Skrrt) |
Sipping on Wock, I don’t do Perrier (No, no) |
Fucking on ya thot, what I do every day (Slide) |
Getting to the guap, what I do every day (Mula) |
I don’t need rap, I can move that yay (Slide) |
Coke swimmin' in the pot like a blue stingray |
We can fist-fight, we can shoot that fade |
My little niggas wanna shoot, broad day (Mula) |
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (Okay) |
That’s when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (Okay) |
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up?) |
That’s when it blast, lay your ass in a basket |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! |
Black metal clash in the pit (Okay) |
That’s when it blast, lay your heart in abyss (Okay) |
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up?) |
That’s when it blast, lay your ass in a basket |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! |