| That fur hat is dope, G-mo you a boss
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| And that new trench coat, that shit is stupid raw
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| Where they sell those at? |
| How much do it cost?
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| Bitch my whole fucking outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
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| (Human cloth?!) Human cloth! |
| (Human cloth?!) Human cloth! |
| (Human cloth.)
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| Bitch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
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| (Human cloth?!) Human cloth! |
| (Human cloth?!) Human cloth! |
| (Human cloth!)
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| Bitch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
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| Lit
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| Bitch my outfit is made of dead people, Dressed to kill, fresh to death,
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| make your chicken head leave you
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| That Gucci belt make you think our bread equal, you must be retarded,
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| they let the Special Ed teach you
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| I get shipments in packages from the Philippines human traffic 'em and then I
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| put them traps on the guillotine
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| Draw the flesh from the bones on a silk machine, use it to sew a pair of jeans
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| I’m finna stitch the seams
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| You a bum, we don’t shop at the same Macy’s, them tight clothes got you looking
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| like Wayne Brady
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| I’m Wayne Gacy and my leather face game crazy, this ain’t Louis Vuitton this a
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| white bitch named Stacy
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| I got my outfit from the deep web, you niggas still run around rocking cheap
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| threads
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| I’m steeping out with new clothes every week man, when I need a new wardrobe I
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| leave ya peeps dead
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| What’s your nationality, that’s what I’m askin', bitch said she was Alaskan,
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| I want that skin
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| Brought her back to my cabin, started stabbin', she wore VANS so she died in
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| the worse fashion
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| I shop at graveyards because I rock cadavers, a lot of rappers think they fresh
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| but they not as dapper
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| I pull up on a flock of bitches nigga watch them gather, tell that nigga Sway
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| he ain’t got the answers (You ain’t got the answers, Sway!)
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| Bitch my outfit is a hundred percent Homosapien, he was homosexual so I
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| strangled him
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| Brought the flesh back to my basement so I can tailor it, make it fit now when
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| I’m on stage I’m looking dangerous
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| I shanked the nigga in his neck and he bled slowly, now I’m in your area
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| wearing your dead homie
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| I rock it at the niggas funeral get up and speak «He was a good man,
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| but my outfit is fucking sweet.»
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| You niggas know what I do with a meat cleaver, butcher knives, chainsaws,
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| pitchforks, and weed eaters?
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| Fuck your hand me down prada and them weak sneakers, my closet looking like a
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| deep freezer
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| Swag |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Human Cloth , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album My Filthy Spirit Bomb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп