Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Knife Has Been Stuck Deeper in My Back, artist - Ramirez. Album song Judgement Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: I. R
Song language: English
The Knife Has Been Stuck Deeper in My Back |
Sank |
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript |
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip |
With clips of hollow tips |
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid |
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |
Sank |
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript |
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip |
With clips of hollow tips |
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid |
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |
Honda full of ski masks and extended clips |
Knock a nigga down real quick with the 4/5th |
Have him on his knees begging for his life like a lil bitch |
Bring out the Ruger, bitch I’m the shooter |
Run through yo block with my young nigga Tuger |
Pull out the stank with the long sharp shooter |
Fucking with me then you float in the sewer |
Bitch Imma beast and I never get sleep cause I’m merking these streets and I’m |
stacking my cream |
Bodie a nigga, throw him in the sea |
Think this a game, well you better believe |
Leave me alone don’t irritate me, cause I’m willing to snap and you don’t want |
to see |
Be in the spot where this shits going down, and I promise there will be a lotta |
casualties |
Sank |
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript |
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip |
With clips of hollow tips |
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid |
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |
Sank |
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript |
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip |
With clips of hollow tips |
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid |
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |
$uicide is all I think about when I lay in bed |
Screaming out, Grey*59 until the fucking day I’m dead |
Lost myself so quickly when I drank the blood and hit my head |
My momma never gave a fuck |
So all these drugs done kept me fed |
Losing my mind when I talk to the devil |
Envision myself at the top of the mountain |
Fell from the top and the halo came off |
And these demons came into my life and surrounded it |
What the fuck should I do? |
I’m in the closet with the noose |
He slips, I swings machetes trough his arteries |
I don’t leave enough of the guts for them |
To be performin' some fuckin' autopsies |
Sank |
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript |
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip |
With clips of hollow tips |
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid |
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |