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doc gruesome - the morgue lyrics

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
listen lil b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout what you think ’bout sh+t
bet i empty my organ, i’m constantly drippin’
so i’m dippin’ my cup and i’m constantly tippin’ that b+tch
all up in the spot, always grippin’ that sh+t
i’ve got embalming fluid if you want a sip
bad little b+tch, she always grippin’ on my d+ck
you can tell by the charm, sv is the clique
ayy! pop goes the ak all up on your block makin’ p+ssy boys vacate
let it swing, mayday, cop for the payday
f+ck with the doc, sh+ll drop on your driveway (uhh!)
victim steady talkin’ sh+t at a red light, car parked up to the first 48
findin’ all the gold in my mouth, b+tch, i’ma stay grindin’, i’m a mortician to keep me from rottin’
i’m gone off a perc, i’ma need something to stop me from fallin’ asleep
and i think that i got the perfect of remedies, blood of my enemies in an iv
i got a problem and personally got multiple demons just livin’ in me
call me stigmata, whatever you thought of and tell me your problem when you go to sleep
i am the purest of evil, just look in my pupils and know that it’s true
f+ckin’ a suicide victim in purgatory so they know and respect how to move
spreadin’ my wings and descendin’ to h+ll as i hear an applause and a chorus of bells
watch all the suffering, i am the king
on a throne made of corpses, i love how it stinks (ayy!)
have you ever stopped to think for just a f+ckin’ second?
everything about depression and what is your church’s message?
everybody end up in the same helpless place
cold, up on my table, missing organs and their faces, they decay
[chorus: doc gruesome]
i see beautiful people around me like i’m marilyn manson
dead people, cadavers, got these f+ckin’ corpses throwin’ they hands up (uhh!)
b+tch, bounce, i got bodies in my house
i shoot cadavers in they mouth just to let some anger out
and i’m like
i see beautiful people around me like i’m marilyn manson
dead people, cadavers, got these f+ckin’ corpses throwin’ they hands up (uhh!)
b+tch, bounce, i got bodies in my house
i shoot cadavers in they mouth just to let some anger out
and i’m like

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
all black when i hop out, i stay pushin’ with a millimeter, never hear a cop out
man, you live in a box town, you got gold in your mouth, when you talk that sh+t pop out
pull up in a he+rs+, listen to my verses and you’ll be cursed
and when you pass, i’m there in a flash to gather your body when you at your worst (yeah!)
local mortician that drummin’ up business and takin’ a victim or two
in front of your crew, ain’t n0body gonna say a d+mn thing, they know better than to die over you
dead bodies, i got five in the booth, if i f+ck up a verse, i kick one in the tooth
f+ck! i promise i’m not really manic but i needed something to do
ain’t nothing new, listen up to me, i may need some help
got multiple victims up under my belt
and all of these voices that tellin’ me k!ll or be k!lled or i’ll end up in h+ll
i failed to come out of my sh+ll, time to keep hidin’ and stickin’ myself
i’m stackin’ up bodies and drainin’ their arteries, fill them with fluid to help with the smell
b+tch i’m the omen carvin’ all up in my bodies 666, that’s the mark of the chosen
i’m eroding into a different dimension, my body is decomposing
i don’t know which road i’m walking on, it might be straight to h+ll
all i know is where you are, my table, only you can tell
so what you think? am i just another psychopathic lunatic?
a person who was raised to hate on everything that’s different?
or am i something that’s been talked about in every ancient text?
an angel with a demon tongue here to feast on all your flesh
[chorus: doc gruesome]
i see beautiful people around me like i’m marilyn manson
dead people, cadavers, got these f+ckin’ corpses throwin’ they hands up (uhh!)
b+tch, bounce, i got bodies in my house
i shoot cadavers in they mouth just to let some anger out
and i’m like
i see beautiful people around me like i’m marilyn manson
dead people, cadavers, got these f+ckin’ corpses throwin’ they hands up (uhh!)
b+tch, bounce, i got bodies in my house
i shoot cadavers in they mouth just to let some anger out
and i’m like

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