| Ayy
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| Ain’t gon' find, just bring it out (Yeah)
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| Bring it out, just fuckin' take it up
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| I got the money for that
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| Spirits comin' after me, I’m 'bout to start a tragedy
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| A murderous inferno, strike the matches and I grab the keys
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| I head up to the palace, cop a backwood like normality
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| But everybody knows that I’m a fucking abnormality
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| That goes to say
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| The no-name flow with the pain in the brain
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| Gassin' at the side of my grave with the ocean spray
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| Laugh when the bodies is dumped out of the trunk
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| Grab the pump, put it up
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| Shoot it to god like I don’t give a fuck
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| Killer for life
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| Just a kid with a knife
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| Figure it’s right
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| To kill, if I lie
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| It’s the cycle of life
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| I’m psycho, all right
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| Come out of the night
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| Finding my victims
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| And then, with a whisper
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| My blade, it be shinin' like ice
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| And I been straight from the cold
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| Now I been makin' that dough
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| I fucked the ex in the throat
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| And I been takin' the notes
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| Breakin' the prophet, the prophet
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| The one that you ain’t never know
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| And I sleep in the snow with the blade in my coat
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| Ouch
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| Everybody think I’m insane, though
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| Put the bullets in my head until the rain comes
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| Homicidal, suicidal but I’m thankful that I ain’t dead yet
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| And I’m still makin' them pesos
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| Next in line where the sinners all go
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| Down to hell where their friends all roll up
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| Sittin' next to Satan, countin' up bank rolls
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| I’m relaxin' on my throne, fuckin' with some skank hoes
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| I’ve been letting my hair grow, your parents know
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| I’m the bad boy, I’m a scarecrow (I'm a scarecrow)
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| I’m sagging my pants, let the brand show
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| These damn hoes schemin'
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| Got the brand on my hand, ho
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| I come from the land where the xans go
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| Quicker than the coke
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| Raise your hand if you can’t cope
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| With the damn cold, seven feet of snow
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| What you need we got it, bleeding for deposits
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| Just bag it up and then you flip it for a sizable profit
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| The cops is on my dick, I’m 'bout to get this shit poppin'
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| I’m droppin' out this bitch and making money off of my music
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| Now it’s one year later, still broke, still stupid
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| Still smoke my tooka, rest in peace Martin Luther
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| But Freddy Kruger all I’m dreaming 'bout
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| I can’t see my future
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| I can’t see my feet, this shit gets darker when it’s deep
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| But I can breathe underwater, ask your daughter
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| I’m a freak, Peep |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SagginMyPants , by - Death Plus. Song from the album Garden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп