Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show), artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G*59
Song language: English
Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show) |
«Where you gonna go? |
Where you gonna run? |
Where you gonna hide? |
Nowhere, 'cause there’s no one like you left! |
That’s right…» |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping |
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping |
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head |
Telling me, «grip that fucking gun» |
Telling me, «pop that fucking lead» |
It’s a bird, it’s a plane—no, it’s Satan in the flesh |
I’m that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death |
Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope |
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat |
I’m that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion |
Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don’t be superstitious |
Demons got my back, I don’t even fight it now |
Black magic, voodoo power |
$uicide's exciting, now see? |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping |
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping |
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— |
(Fuck rap, and fuck a rapper) |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
(Lets put 'em all in a fucking hole…) |
I’d rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash |
Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a Velociraptor |
Pull, pullin' off the patch, but I ain’t takin' off the fucking mask |
Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the fucking gat’s blast |
Can’t rap about a fine dime’s ass no more |
G*59 where the beast’s signs fine |
Fuck a feast, I’m fine dying |
Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime |
Ain’t got the time to die tryin' |
Bitch, I know I’ll die alone |
Either in a ditch or on a throne |
Either way, in a pit I’m being thrown |
Everything is nothing, and I’m fucking decomposed |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping |
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit |
Glocks popping, bustas dropping |
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks— |