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​​do not resurrect - walking doom lyrics

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[chorus]
put some paper in my pocket, stack it up, i need a check
i’m finna flip it, f+ck it up, i wanna hit sumn with a tec
i wanna rip it, run amok, them double digits turn to stacks
i’m screamin’ “k!ll ’em, hush ’em up!”, i need some crystals on my neck
you wanna do it? put a body in the air with my fist like
doom in the party, turn a marriage to a fist fight
whacked, what a god, wanna murder when the mood right
hunt in the day, eat his body in the moonlight
so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherf+ckers wanna feature from him
i had enough, he actin’ tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin’, i pull his card, it was a visa or somethin’
i hit his brain, choppa sang like it’s aretha something
too rude, i’m comin through with the new tool
and i’m too smooth, when thumpin it, it go pew+pew
got a loose screw, you dumb and i wanna shoot you
with that deuce deuce, put hole in him like a froot loop

[bridge]
why you lame? what you gain? why you hate a n+gga?
my doggy maim, gold fangs, how he ate a n+gga
we droppin brains, ya whole gang gon evade a n+gga
peter piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a n+gga

[interlude]
this battery+powered machine gun with moving ammo belt shoots rapid+fire bullets!
all the equipment you need for fun and excitement in the gung+ho!
[chorus]
so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherf+ckers wanna feature from him
i had enough, he actin’ tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin’, i pull his card, it was a visa or somethin’
i hit his brain, choppa sang like it’s aretha something
too rude (put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool (stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth (i’m finna flip it, f+ck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew (i wanna hit somethin with a tec)
got a loose screw (i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you (them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce (i’m screamin “k!ll em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a froot loop (i need some crystals on my neck)
put a body in the air with my fist like
doom in the party, turn a marriage to a fist fight
whacked, what a god, wanna murder when the mood right
hunt in the day, eat his body in the moonlight
put a body in the air with my fist like
doom in the party, turn a marriage to a fist fight
whacked, what a god, wanna murder when the mood right
hunt in the day, eat his body in the moonlight



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