Tourettes

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(Is that the grim reaper?!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup, yeah
Had to finger-f*ck my chop' that's why these bullets came
Pussy spazzin' out his lips, he talkin' on the gang
Said he don't think that he could feel, we stompin' on his brains
And when we done, we loot his body, take his chain away
Miss teeth, little bitch, you get fucked up
Six feet, he ain't never gettin' dug up
Underground, you get put, in the dirt
Mark my words, if he actin' brazy put him on a shirt, stomp the curb
I won't talk, no I don't like you
Ain't no glick, you meet my rifle
Get you shocked, just like you Raichu
We can fist-fight, not no Kaiju
You get stomped out in my fuckin' ricky boots
She gon' suck my dick 'till she fuckin split her tooth
If I'm sendin' all these shots I'm up inside the booth
Hop up in my pit, we gon' make you spit a tooth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup, yeah
Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)
Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)
S-O-S-A, tatted like a essay (Mula)
Swiss cheese barrel on the motherfuckin' SK (Rrah)
Throw half a brick on a scale, like it's dead weight (Work)
If I go back to jail, prolly be a fed case
Going out like Big Meech, ain't going under six feet (No no)
And my plug from Mexico, so we get the bricks cheap (Fish scale)
City Morgue Cartel, got it fa' the 16 (Work)
Got the coke popping in the pot, like it's fish grease (Work)
Niggas know the price (Mula)
F*ck a rap deal nigga, brick of dope looks nice (F*ck outta here)
Get the 'Rari, nigga, I don't get the motorbikes (Skrr)
Still in the trap, eating chicken over rice, getting rich overnight (Mula)
Look, SosMula be bag chasin' (Facts)
Only sell white like I'm mad racist (Work)
In a sports car, be drag racing (Skrr)
Got more pumps than the gas station
Ha, switch my trap phone 'cause the feds watching (F*ck outta here)
Soon the opps come back out we gon' headshot 'em
Talkin' on the net, so when you see us defeat us
Gon' stretch your fingers, nerd ass nigga, and Ctrl + Alt + Delete us
Can't hold my hands down in Hell (Wassup)
Drain the blood 'til it bail (Wassup)
I'll die on these tracks, cause I tripped on the rails
Young Zilla the tide splitter, the Cerberus head
Hitter done put me on medicine
Ain't no slave to your government
So I, speak to the ones who can't speak
And now everybody wanna run from me (Yeah)
Life is a doggy door
Ran from the city just to sit in the morgue
That's all, life is a doggy door
You ran from the city just to sit in the morgue
Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)
Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)

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