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City Morgue

Caligula

 

Caligula

(album: City Morgue Vol. 1: Hell Or High Water - 2018)


[Intro:]
Thraxx

[ZillaKami:]
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (Okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (Okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!

My face is always fucked up (Okay)
My teeth is always fucked up (Okay)
My knuckles always fucked up (What's up)
Fuck y'all, I don't talk to y'all (What's up)
Turn you to puddles and blast away
Pull up, we rob with the mask away
I just might take you to Hell today
I just might take all your breath away
Turn into Satan, they worship me
Pray that they each better turn to me
I just might take you to Hell today
I just might take all your breath away
Hit that, split that, huh
Niggas puss, I'm Caligula
Chip that wig cap, huh
Niggas chose, I don't know what y'all on

Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (Okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (Okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!

[SosMula:]
Mula!
Put a nigga mouth on the curb
Throwing dead bodies all out on the curb
Smoking on opps and the ounce of the herbs
Got my weight up from the ounce of the birds (What?)
All my ex-bitches saying, "I want to be friends still"
See my wrist bust down, cold with the wind chill (Splat)
Straight up, I'ma shoot through your windshield
I'ma pull up, I'ma spin you like a windmill
Drop the top on the new Chevrolet
Sipping on Wock, I don't do Perrier
Fucking on ya thot, what I do everyday
Getting to the guap, what I do everyday
I don't need rap, I can move that yay
Coke swimming in the pot like a blue stingray
We can fist-fight, we can shoot that fade
My little niggas wanna shoot, broad day

[ZillaKami:]
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (Okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (Okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
Black metal clash in the pit (Okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (Okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (What's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!

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