Haterade
(专辑: Chronicles Of The Death Mane - 2016)
[Yung Death:] It's the
motherfucking Death Mane Yung Death, what the
fuck you thought? Yuh, yuh, yuh Yung Death be the
killer, bring murder styles to yo headphones Swanging with my goons, Yung Death, he got the
bread, hoe Disrespecting me, I
got some dudes that bring the
death Lead filling up my head, homicide, go take a
breath You got issues with a
mischief-making psychopathic mane With a
screwed-up brain, now since I
remember I've been this way Came straight from the
flames, stepped up quick and I
fucked up the
whole damn game From the
underground, buck, pow, pow, one shot to the
dome for the
motherfucking lames Drop, drop, you pussies off in a
ditch and let you get found Can't be identified from the
dirt inside the
ground I
come through the
night just like the
motherfucking reaper, mane Swinging the
blade, bitch I
been practicing the
mystic styles Ritualistic, mystical, physical assault The
metaphysical wicked sinner straight from the
drought I
bring you out to the
forest where all the
fucking ghosts stay I
take a
step back and I
watch the
rope swang [Ouija Macc:] Swag Toof Hundreds of thousands of bitches be touching they clitoris thinking of me (Aye) I'ma get millions of dollars from stomping these pussy boys out in the
street Ouija the
demon, the
servant, the
killer, the
OG, the
one of the
beast (Aye) Do you like grandma do church (Aye) Fucking with us you get creased Ouija gon' put you to sleep (Aye) Eternal vacation is free You become part of my dreams (Aye) You get to haunt all my dreams (Aye) I
got yo soul on a
leash I
got yo hoe on a
leash (Ha) I
got my goons in my reach (Hey) We getting paper, capisce? (Aye) [Choirboy:] Swag Toof I
ain't just hopped out of the
Porsche, been dealing with it I
been broke but it get worse, you see me with it Fuck the
hood, fuck [?] Ain't appealing, is it? Build my own house, give a
fuck 'bout how you feeling in it Jesus, won't you tell your girl to ease up? Please, bruh, [?] you don't know how to please her We in this, she freeze up, charge her like a
Visa You sipping out yo' double, man, I'm sipping out my teacup Play it how you wanna play it, at the
end we die the
same At least at the
gates I
can tell that bitch, man, I
did my thing [?] we booming, bruh Gasoline and propane So flame, hopping lanes Bang, bang, spray a
lame This stylish, mystic, cryptic, vicious [?] Bitches tripping, [?] Gremlins gotta be scandalous Living in the
land of the
lost Losing cus we losing [?] Never had to [?], bruh You fuck with us, you [?]