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city morgue - boy in the box lyrics

[intro]
yung germ

[verse 1: zillakami]
waitin’ for that boy, preparing drop kicks
light the matches, burning ’em’s an option
n+ggas put they head down when i pop in
can’t see where i was like a n+gga in the mud
equivalent to twenty lashes, modern day
five punches to the face is on your dinner plate
go into the backyard, n+gga, dig your grave
soften up the dirt, prepare to get murked
pain, pain, p+ssy g+ngb+ng
insane rage, need a pay raise
sell crack, xans, fentanyl
take your drugs, kiddo, they will make you grow up tall
cigarettes startin’ to make a motherf+cker cough
not even my b+tch can get a motherf+cker off
pull up to the party, n+ggas actin’ like i’m soft
i’ma stab that n+gga ’til they f+ckin’ pull me off

[chorus: zillakami & sosmula]
mud got the boy in the box
flies fly around him while he rots
winter preserves him in the cold
covered up in f+ckin’ black mold
mud got the boy in the box
flies fly around him while he rots
winter preserves him in the cold (agh, agh)
covered up in f+ckin’ black mold (agh)
[verse 2: sosmula]
what you know ’bout catchin’ bodies in that turf war? (doo+doo+doo+doo)
what you know ’bout catchin’ bodies in that real war? (bop+bop+bop)
ah, we throwin’ bodies off the third floor (nyoom)
ah, i hit your body with the mossberg (doo+doo+doo+doo)
ah, moshpit on the block
moshpit on our opps (ewok, ewok)
moshpit on the cops (ewok, ewok)
ah, cartridge with the stocks
heartless with the opps, park bench, he was shot (bop+bop+bop+bop)
ah, i can’t die before my time go (no+no)
rocket launchers like i’m rondonumbanine though (boom, boom)
big glock nine in my number (n)ine clothes (doo+doo+doo+doo)
we skip stop signs, driving with my eyes closed (nyoom+nyoom+nyoom)

[chorus: zillakami]
mud got the boy in the box
flies fly around him while he rots
winter preserves him in the cold
covered up in f+ckin’ black mold
mud got the boy in the box
flies fly around him while he rots
winter preserves him in the cold
covered up in f+ckin’ black mold

- city morgue lyrics

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