| «Where you gonna go?
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| Where you gonna run?
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| Where you gonna hide?
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| Nowhere, 'cause there’s no one like you left!
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| That’s right…»
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping
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| Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping
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| Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
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| Telling me, «grip that fucking gun»
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| Telling me, «pop that fucking lead»
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| It’s a bird, it’s a plane—no, it’s Satan in the flesh
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| I’m that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death
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| Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
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| Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
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| I’m that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
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| Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don’t be superstitious
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| Demons got my back, I don’t even fight it now
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| Black magic, voodoo power
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| $uicide's exciting, now see?
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping
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| Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping
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| Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
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| (Fuck rap, and fuck a rapper)
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| (Lets put 'em all in a fucking hole…)
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| I’d rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
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| Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a Velociraptor
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| Pull, pullin' off the patch, but I ain’t takin' off the fucking mask
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| Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the fucking gat’s blast
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| Can’t rap about a fine dime’s ass no more
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| G*59 where the beast’s signs fine
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| Fuck a feast, I’m fine dying
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| Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime
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| Ain’t got the time to die tryin'
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| Bitch, I know I’ll die alone
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| Either in a ditch or on a throne
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| Either way, in a pit I’m being thrown
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| Everything is nothing, and I’m fucking decomposed
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping
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| Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
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| Glocks popping, bustas dropping
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| Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show) , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп