Lyrics Flatline - Flatlinerz

Flatline

Fake ass niggas don’t do they?
Flatline
Yeah, turn the lights out
Turn the lights out, turn the lights out
T-turn the lights out, boom!
Flatline
Let 'em out, let 'em out
Turn the lights out, turn the lights out
Yo, in my head, I’m feeling vain, I already went insane
It’s fucked up, one of my man’s went against the grain
A traitor is a nigga from the lowest circle
So you know you shoulda do what I would do
One two, one two, betrayed your crew
I bury your man deep until I get to another land
Like John Henry, I’m dying with my shovel inside my hand
But not yet, not yet, I’m taking a lot before I go
And since I’m thinking about every murder, I got
I leave your body smelling like a bucket of dirty shit
Dug in a dirty, dirty pit, the one the maggots walk and shit
The ones that rat, I’m feeding em to my cat
Lay down the plastic bat and mess around with the vat
To come drink the brew, it’s poisonous and it’s spoiled
And nigga blood red, I heads got boiled
From dark up your booze to a light spice, I slice
I’m not a human being, I’m a walking poltergeist
No one can feel the nigga Digger never ever eats
Oink, I get smoking, I debunk, and I put out a Flatline
Flatlinerz supper never finish what we say (x3)
When you step to my crew your step the fucking wrong way!
Stepping upon the grave is the wrong thing to do
To, do, and my crew is coming to you
Sends the owl is a howl
Is the reply when you die the burners are pissing em out
I burn the poor, I bury in deserts sin
Then I wither inside of a coffin and close the lid
He’s in pain, niggas hit up the spot and gave me wolf’s bane
Whose sane?
I’m the nigga that murdered my Daddy’s name
Leave the two slain, who reign?
I’m coming outside there shooting
Los Angeles, riot, I am looting
Werewolves, witches, dead zombie bitches
And a nigga with guns, and digging in the ditches
I’m a killer, civil-a, doing it like gorilla
Bullet body filler, thriller on a nigga like Barney Miller
Inside the room with the dead, I’m the red, I’m the ruler
Asleep inside of a casket, casket taboola
A pact with the Devil was signed for the niggas up on the Flatline
The whole human race is mine
I took him when he was a kitty and turned him to grimy and gritty
Then let him out in the city, what is he?
What is he?!
Make way niggas and give me some room to breathe
Gotta cut another motherfucker 'cause it’s time to feed
I’m sick, I peep your brains quick
I’ll rip out your jugular vein and take a sip
Get caught, never loc, 'cause I’m too slick
You’re standing on a corner, got severed like a bitch
Snitched me to the wrong end up flexing on the block
Like you’re hard on my step up you get scarred
'Cause I creep from the crack like gasses, running
Through the grasses, smalls and masses, ashes
Up from the layer and the depth’s souls
Are being swept under the carpet, bodies on the market
And I brought the horrorcore four
Dismembered your body and dragged your souls through the slaw