DIRTNAP

(álbum: City Morgue Vol. 2: As Good As Dead - 2019)

Yung Germ
Yeah!

Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat (Okay!)
Through your doorknob, spray chemicals on your dad hat (Wassup?)
Choppa sounding like a drummer boy drumming (Huh?)
'Til you get in closer, and all them little boys running (Haha)
I'm a Uzi shooting, fade breaking, clutch popping, headbanging (Okay!)
Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit, you hear the glass break (Wassup?)
Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist (Huh?)
Painted in a white face, resemble dead presidents (Haha)

My waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What?)
On my waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What? Okay!)

They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)

Two guns, I nickname 'em Mick and Mallory (Boom-boom)
'Fore your body drop I'ma lift ya into gravity (Boom-boom)
Like it's Red Dead Redemption (Sleezy!), got big clip extensions (Boom)
We don't Twitter beef, it's R.I.P, you get the mentions (No, no)
And I can't slow down (Fuck outta here), might flip a whole town
With my big four pound (Pow), staying ten-toes down (Work!)
With my two-shot Derringer (Boom), uwop burning up
Know you heard about me, I'm the school cop murderer

They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)