| Yung Germ
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| Yeah!
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| Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat (Okay!)
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| Through your doorknob, spray chemicals on your dad hat (Wassup?)
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| Choppa soundin' like a drummer boy drummin' (Huh?)
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| 'Til you get in closer, and all them little boys runnin' (Haha)
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| I’m a Uzi shootin', fade breakin', clutch poppin', headbangin' (Okay!)
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| Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit, you hear the glass break (Wassup?)
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| Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist (Huh?)
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| Painted in a white face, resemble dead presidents (Haha)
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| My waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
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| I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What?)
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| On my waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
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| I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What? Okay!)
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| They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
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| They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
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| They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
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| Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)
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| Two guns, I nickname 'em Mick and Mallory (Boom-boom)
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| 'Fore your body drop I’ma lift ya into gravity (Boom-boom)
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| Like it’s Red Dead Redemption (Sleezy!), got big clip extensions (Boom)
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| We don’t Twitter beef, it’s R.I.P, you get the mentions (No, no)
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| And I can’t slow down (Fuck outta here), might flip a whole town
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| With my big four pound (Pow), staying ten-toes down (Work!)
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| With my two-shot Derringer (Boom), uwop burnin' up
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| Know you heard about me, I’m the school cop murderer
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| They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
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| They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
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| They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
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| Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DIRTNAP , by - City Morgue. Song from the album CITY MORGUE VOL 2: AS GOOD AS DEAD, in the genre Иностранный рок