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axe murder boyz – c4 on my t-shirt lyrics

[verse 1: young wicked]
i don’t do well in crowded places
look at their faces
everybody looks like they think that i might try to rape ’em
do i look nervous?
is my forehead sweating?
do i look like i’m about to do something that i’ll regret?
and if i do, f+ck you
i’m just riding the bus
i don’t have no f+cking plans, i’m too stressed out to come up with one
i see a mother and a younger son
i see a crackhead in the corner smoking crack in front of everyone
i see a pregnant girl choking down a cheeseburger
and a bus full of people staring at me like i murder
maybe they’re right (right)
maybe they should mind their bi’ness like i’m trynna do mine (mine)
if they’d only look the other way then they’d all be fine (fine)
but the more they stare at me the more i’m counting the time (time)
as i’m looking out the window at the knox court sign
i slowly unzip this jacket of mine
and let it shine

[chorus: young wicked]
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the bomb
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the bomb b+tch
c4 on my t+shirt (i’m the bomb b+tch)
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch
slang bow
c4 on my t+shirt
bow bow bow
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch (bow bow bow)
c4 on my t+shirt
bow bow bow
i’m the bomb b+tch (c4 on my t+shirt)
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch (bow bow bow)
[verse 2: bonez dubb]
it’s going down
i’mma make the ground shake (ground shake)
what’s that sound?
it be yo head about to break (i’m thinking now)
how many lives can i possibly take?
everybody’s got me tripping bringing pain to my brain, they fake (fake)
and they lie about what they really here to do (here to do)
n0body’s safe, it’s just like fate, one day they will get you
so i find my spot, it’s not that far away from where i’m at
already planning my attack so i’m heavily strapped
i’m walking in everybody seems to look all the same
suited up with gats and a badge with they names, f+cking lame
i’m i+i+insane ’bout that m+m+murder yup
i tell ’em all that it’s about time to hit the f+cking deck
put ’em in check
get no respect, they talking serve and protect
i’m here to serve ’em up with this c4 strapped to my chest
shoulda seen me sh+t all over the news
he couldn’t stop laughing as he lit the f+cking fuse
i got

[chorus: young wicked]
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the bomb
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch
c4 on my t+shirt (i’m the bomb b+tch)
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch
slang bow
c4 on my t+shirt
bow bow bow
c4 on my t+shirt
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch (bow bow bow)
c4 on my t+shirt
bow bow bow
i’m the bomb b+tch (c4 on my t+shirt)
i’m the, i’m the bomb b+tch (bow bow bow)

- axe murder boyz lyrics

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