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STORIES FROM the GUTTER PT. II

 

STORIES FROM the GUTTER PT. II

(album: Welcome To The West Coast III - 2021)


Stories from the gutter part 2

Broken windows
Spilt liquor
Roaches in the sink
Lemme paint the picture
Broken locks
Spilt blood
Call 911
They ain't even showing up

Call 911
And they ain't even showing up?
Nah not around here
Not where we grew up
Welcome to the gutter
Welcome to the slums
Welcome to the concrete
Where I come from

Stories from the gutter part 2
Nightmares are coming true
Stories from the gutter part 2
Bring the terror to your living room

Bring the terror to your living room
Bring the terror to your living room

And I know
Everybody won't make it
Their skin is too thin
They can't take it
Their stomach is weak
They can't shake it
Saw the gates of hell
Been face to face with it

Saw the gates of hell?
Been face to face with it?
Hell yeah
Saw a bullet with my name on it
So tell me where you placed it?
Right between my mandibles
Just for the taste of it

Stories from the gutter part 2
Nightmares are coming true
Stories from the gutter part 2
Bring the terror to your living room

Bring the terror to your living room

A lotta homicides where I come from
A lotta mamas crying where I come from
Ain't nowhere to hide where I come from
It ain't the type of place you can run from

It ain't the type of place you can run from

Death smiles
With teeth that are rotten
I didn't answer when it rang
It was the reaper that's calling
We all die alone
But I won't die forgotten
Live from the gutter
Bodies rolled up in carpets

Reporting live from the gutter
Bodies rolled up in carpets
Live from the gutter
Bodies rolled up in carpets

done

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