Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SagginMyPants, artist - Death Plus. Album song Garden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Infinite
Song language: English
SagginMyPants |
| Ayy |
| Ain’t gon' find, just bring it out (Yeah) |
| Bring it out, just fuckin' take it up |
| I got the money for that |
| Spirits comin' after me, I’m 'bout to start a tragedy |
| A murderous inferno, strike the matches and I grab the keys |
| I head up to the palace, cop a backwood like normality |
| But everybody knows that I’m a fucking abnormality |
| That goes to say |
| The no-name flow with the pain in the brain |
| Gassin' at the side of my grave with the ocean spray |
| Laugh when the bodies is dumped out of the trunk |
| Grab the pump, put it up |
| Shoot it to god like I don’t give a fuck |
| Killer for life |
| Just a kid with a knife |
| Figure it’s right |
| To kill, if I lie |
| It’s the cycle of life |
| I’m psycho, all right |
| Come out of the night |
| Finding my victims |
| And then, with a whisper |
| My blade, it be shinin' like ice |
| And I been straight from the cold |
| Now I been makin' that dough |
| I fucked the ex in the throat |
| And I been takin' the notes |
| Breakin' the prophet, the prophet |
| The one that you ain’t never know |
| And I sleep in the snow with the blade in my coat |
| Ouch |
| Everybody think I’m insane, though |
| Put the bullets in my head until the rain comes |
| Homicidal, suicidal but I’m thankful that I ain’t dead yet |
| And I’m still makin' them pesos |
| Next in line where the sinners all go |
| Down to hell where their friends all roll up |
| Sittin' next to Satan, countin' up bank rolls |
| I’m relaxin' on my throne, fuckin' with some skank hoes |
| I’ve been letting my hair grow, your parents know |
| I’m the bad boy, I’m a scarecrow (I'm a scarecrow) |
| I’m sagging my pants, let the brand show |
| These damn hoes schemin' |
| Got the brand on my hand, ho |
| I come from the land where the xans go |
| Quicker than the coke |
| Raise your hand if you can’t cope |
| With the damn cold, seven feet of snow |
| What you need we got it, bleeding for deposits |
| Just bag it up and then you flip it for a sizable profit |
| The cops is on my dick, I’m 'bout to get this shit poppin' |
| I’m droppin' out this bitch and making money off of my music |
| Now it’s one year later, still broke, still stupid |
| Still smoke my tooka, rest in peace Martin Luther |
| But Freddy Kruger all I’m dreaming 'bout |
| I can’t see my future |
| I can’t see my feet, this shit gets darker when it’s deep |
| But I can breathe underwater, ask your daughter |
| I’m a freak, Peep |