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children of the corn (memphis) - no one can save you lyrics

[chorus]
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you
[?] comin’ straight from the west that slap like death on your lame ass
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you
[?] comin’ straight from the west that slap like death on your lame ass

[verse 1: red dog]
i pull out my 44, squeeze it and let it go
hollow point bullets be bustin’ right in your nose
[?] the simple fact that i don’t love you, hoe
say goodbye to your life b+tch, you must pay the price
how you be thinkin’ that you can be bigger ?
when you lookin’ like you don’t even pack trigger
drop yo ass quickly, don’t trip, and don’t make a move
cause you know red dog will catch your ass deadly soon
b+tch, you can’t run and you d+mn sure can’t hide
take out my nine and then blast from behind
if your [?] it’s a public [?] jack
busta hoe b+tches don’t know how to act
skimask is on my face, murder case, take your place
get away from the state, ballin’ out, lookin’ mean
look at that evil red what can’t you comprehend ?
step with your f+ckin’ pride b+tch, it’s your time to die
why do i do these things that made me go insane ?
pop at you n+ggas, might commit a terror stang
[?] strictly your [?]
sn+tchin’ your b+tches, so give me your body [?]
bury your ass in a ditch, shouldn’t have been talkin’ sh+t
hoe [?] b+tch, you can suck my d+ck
now your [?] creep through the alleyway
chillin’ a day by day smokin’ on [?] high
[?] the k!llin’ me
cause you know red dog just really don’t give a d+mn
[?] like a busta, playa hater sucka [?] gotta give me somethin’
give me your [?], give me your cash
hollow point slug drop in your ass
psychopath k!lla, hangin’ with trigger
now a n+gga, finna getcha
drop the bomb on that hoe
now you n+ggas dead and gone
[?] up in this b+tch
now you know it’s supa on
[chorus]
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you
[?] comin’ straight from the west that slap like death on your lame ass
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you

[verse 2: lil grimm & ?]
chiefin’ on the [?] so many, room full of doom
let the thing, take control [?] n+gga soon
[?] grimm is the [?] jump if you wanna jump quickly [?] in my trunk
demons creep in my sleep, so i [?] n+ggas constantly
real so high [?] lay the bodies in the [?]
comin’ to the torture [?] go insane
[?]
revelations got me scare, [?] well [?] rainbow
when my soul [?] n+gga finna hypnotize, [?] from the cl cl!ck [?] your crucifix

[chorus]
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you
[?] comin’ straight from the west that slap like death on your lame ass

[verse 3: ?]
step up on the scene, smellin’ like dope
bustas [?] i know they get coke
the smoke when i blowin’ my [?] stay
[?]
comin’ straight from the westside, don’t you punk [?]
[?] murda one on the darkside deep
on the creep [?] i can see
for the n+ggas [?] wanna goin’ test lil e [?]
[?] i now your b+tches [?] 38 [?]
[?] don’t [?] when you [own say?]
[?] [?] so i got the crunk, clean then [?] on murder scene, lookin’ [?]
cause i’m smoking blunts getting real crunk strapped with the double barrel pump
the back of the chevy trunk
jump if you wanna jump, n+gga jump cause you ain’t crunk
cause you wanna be mortuary you’ll see
[chorus]
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you
it’s on, it’s on, it’s on
it’s on, and nothin’ can save you
[?] comin’ straight from the west that slap like death on your lame ass

- children of the corn memphis lyrics

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