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City Morgue

Boy In The Box

 

Boy In The Box

(album: My Bloody America - 2023)


Yung Germ

[ZillaKami:]
Waiting for that boy preparing drop kicks
Like the matches, burning 'em's an option
Niggas put they heads out when I pop in
Can't see where I was, like a nigga in the mud
Equivalent to 20 lashes, modern day
5 punches to the face is on your dinner plate
Go into the backyard nigga, dig your grave
Soften up the dirt, prepare to get murked
Pain, pain, pussy gang bang
Insane rage, need a pay raise
Sell crack, xans, fentanyl
Take your drugs kiddo, they will make you grow up tall
Cigarettes starting to make a motherfucker cough
Not even my bitch can get a motherfucker off
Pull up to the party, niggas acting like I'm soft
Ima stab that nigga till they fucking pull me off

Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold

[SosMula:]
What you know 'bout catching bodies in that turf war? (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
What you know 'bout catching bodies in that real war? (Bop-bop-bop)
Ah, we throwing bodies off the third floor (Nyoom)
Ah, I hit your body with the mossberg (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ah, moshpit on the block
Moshpit on our opps (Ewok, ewok)
Moshpit on the cops (Ewok, ewok)
Ah, cartridge with the stocks
Heartless with the opps
Park bench he was shot (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Ah, I can't die before my time go (No-no)
Rocket launchers like I'm Rondonumbanine though (Boom, boom)
Big Glock .9 in my number nine clothes (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
We skip stop signs, driving with my eyes closed (Nyoom-nyoom-nyoom)

[ZillaKami:]
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold

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