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city morgue – babbage patch kids lyrics

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[intro: zillakami]
okay
aye, aye, aye, aye ([?])
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch (yeah)
aye, aye, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah

[bridge: zillakami]
k!ll a b-tch, cut your wrist, take a risk, aye (okay)
put your gun on the ground, shoot your fist, aye (okay)
k!ll a b-tch, take a risk, cut your wrist, aye (okay)
put your gun on the ground

[hook: zillakami]
if i see it then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
if i see it then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
if i see it then you better, aye

[interlude: zillakami]
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: sosmula]
mula!
one day i’m bustin’ a tec, woah
shoot ya’ face off of ya’ neck, woah
pull up and stunt on my ex-hoe
think you be bustin’ them tec’s so
rock the rollie with the slit wrist (mbf)
pockets stuffed with them big bricks (work)
yeah, she stuck on this big sh-t (sl-t)
move the weight like a big b-tch
mula!

[verse 2: zillakami]
who are you looking so crazy at? (oh yeah)
do not get smacked, where ya’ lady at? (oh yeah)
grippin’ the blade, i ain’t playing that (oh yeah)
foot it the grave when you talkin’ back (yeah)
young alucard with the stick, b-tch (woah)
handle my blade like a grip, b-tch (woah)
leading the living to sickness (woah)
light up you jit like a bic, b-tch

[hook: zillakami]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
if i see it then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
if i see it then you better, aye

[verse 3: sosmula]
mula!
i’m bl–dy hoe like i’m bl–dy o
break your face, bl–dy nose (pow)
shoot you right in your funny bone
puff, puff straight dummy though
sh-ttin’ on these little hungry hoes (f-ck outta’ here)
never seen my money fold (pow)
swaggin’ in my b-mmy clothes
drippin’ on ’em like a runny nose
mula!

[verse 4: zillakami]
take ya’ pain, wash away (yeah)
in the rain, near the grave (yeah)
take the rope, let him hang (what?)
take his clout and his fame
see you got a gun, you better pull it before i slice you f-ckin’ up
moschino stepping in the projects, never gave a f-ck

[interlude: sc-mbagchad]
this is my mac-10 n-gg-
you know i got my mst’s on f-ggot
f-ck all them n-gg-s
f-ck the non-believers
suck my f-cking d-ck
[?] k!lling babies
we out here
f-ck, yeah, yeah
sosmula and zillakami f-ggot
we never f-ckin’ hesitate
you can run up on me with a f-cking blade
talk, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[outro: zillakami]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
if i see it then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
if i see it then you better, aye
if i see it then you better, aye (yuh)
if i see it then you better, aye (yuh)

- city morgue lyrics

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