Lyrics:
boy
Got a place I'll send ya' boy
And a clip I'll lend ya' boy
Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya' boy
Cause I bend ya' boy
And I want every
you fuck me
But you gotta hold my pistol and my weed
Man, I wish a nigga would try me
He gonna need a morgue no IV
Let five shots off, he got hit with
that you're Bella Hadid
Spliff is exhaust, I put your friend in the morgue
Olympics, I run with the torch, mum should've pressed the abort
Huh, spliff
the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate
Advanced pyathrosis let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul
a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh
the spider's crawl on by
In room 17, everything is so clean
In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
Take him to the morgue
Take him to the morgue
She start to seek penicillin, she's dying
Mercy please her life she begging,
When she hear to da morgue she heading
Seh she broke out at di age
brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en morgue,
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.
Jean s'en va-t-en morgue
Son père chercher,
Le
fi seek dawg
so which a unuh wah sleep up a crick morgue
him blood ah run like water swear is a sink clog
when me rise op d ting wher look like a big
e-e-e-estoy bien
me encontré en la morgue
di-di-dispáralos
di-di-dispáralos
e-e-e-estoy bien
me encontré en la morgue
And yo friends is rollin'
And yo donkey ass know it,
Now we is rollin',
To the morgue with ya organs,
Ta do some donin' (donate)
But the doctors didn't
Lacoste gros billets
Boss du bat estampillé
Rap conscient
A la morgue
Rap hardcore
A la morgue
Mi amor mi amor
Mecs fragiles à la mode
Dans le binks
famous
Funeral or tour
Morgue or forbes
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
Dead or famous
Dead or famous
By the time you hear this
my sweaty grip
Got Married Poor so we lived in a morgue, in a basement we struggled to fall asleep
I hope you show up to my funeral cuz you'd have
Feast In The Autopsy Room
Bodies fill the county morgue
Autopsy done, already gored
Packed away, kept on ice
I sneak in to take a slice
Bone saw
And Tasha, don’t make me get cold like 50/
I got a nice safe that’s an luxury morgue, the dead need a hearse that’s a Honda Accord/
I don’t think y’all hear me
fuck les teutrai la mort ou tchitchi finir sous la douche ou finir a la morgue plus c bresom plus c hardcore hb cinq un toujours dans le cœur remplis de
permito que nadie me calle
En mi calle
Te equivocas y en la morgue puede que tu madre te halle
Gente sola en cada esquina forma una bandola
Desde niños
History of a depraved
Forensic doctor
In a morgue satisfying
His sexual aberration
With rotting cadavers
Fucking
Frozen
Bodies
Ejaculating
In your
El entro a una morgue a trabajar
And yo friends is rollin'
And yo donkey ass know it,
Now we is rollin',
To the morgue with ya organs,
Ta do some donin' (donate)
But the doctors didn't
a butterfly
Fresh to death I need a morgue
Samauri I need a sword
Armageddon go to war
Im feelin like an avatar (x2)
Alien , heart outter space
I’m not in
Sex On A Slab
Here in the morgue, I work too late
Body after body, no time for a date
On the occasion a girl will roll through
It's time to have fun
empty
Evidently the politicians them resent we
We say life and to the morgue them wah fi send we
Highly Selassie I defend we
From then till now for
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