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gangrene - sheet music lyrics

[intro]
930-33rd
gangrene

[verse 1: oh no]
they say the boy is old school
wwf, i will smack a f-cking chair into that little -ss chest
you out of breath, that means you in need of some rest
have a seat, literal
i’m yelling to the crowd and they yelling to get rid of you
and i don’t need the cage or the rings
i’m from the game that goes bang in your dreams
so keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
so i can see what you thought on the sheets, i call it sheet music
like the counting the sheep moving, the sleep movement
they seep into it, i see what you doing, you’re sick, i see through it
like a live leak to a filming, from a local’s phone
i choke ya focus, gone like hocus pocus, a locust swarm
the only way you hearing a buzz
over the music that they play in the clubs
sending the thugs baby, show me some love
i see the haters, they ain’t f-cking with us
(they ain’t f-cking with us)

[hook: havoc]
never that, i’m better at it, you little f-ck
whoever ratted got bullet tatted the full advantage
i’m laughing at it, trying to find a little good in us
good luck motherf-cker, night night motherf-cker

[verse 2: sean price]
smoke blunts, you know the black is potent
don’t front, you know i got cha open
at lunch with the snakes and pigeons
front, get punched in your face for living
listen, i beam ya wig, you see in this riddle
my dreams is big, my crib is little
living in the ville is risky
n-gg-s green with envy but i’m bill bixby
mr. mcgee don’t get me angry
you wouldn’t like it when i’m angry
listen, p
new lou ferrigno
big bullets that shoot through you and your kinfolks
ruck from heltah
.9 clapped, spine tapped and f-ck your felt up
snuff to the wack boy
biggest n-gg- in my group buff from the fat boys, p!

[hook]

[verse 3: the alchemist]
i’m crumbling the dope, two g’s in a bucket
big bundle for the rope, twenty g’s for the nugget
doing slaloms in the slope, my machinery’s rugged
you pussy with a shit stain, bikini is muddy
break levee when i rain through the vicinity, flooded
so i could test my skin get canoed
this is only a small portion, i’m giving you a snippet view
trailer visual sicker than salmonella chicken flu
my creative juice come from a different fruit
when you sipping straw like guinness brew
spill blood on your tennis shoe
before i bless chalice, i use paper clip to scr-pe the residue
stick man get the money, take the revenue (get the money)
theme music for you to push the lamborghini pedal to
explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew
collateral damage aim for the torso but the leg will do

[hook]

[outro]

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