hooligan chase - moment of silence lyrics
[intro]
ha ha ha ha
huh
[chorus]
moment of silence
you probably heard that somebody died, you need a minute
running back the 505, i keep winning
i let an alligator survive and keep swimming
dead stop, one of a kind, i’m authentic
i’ve seen you with the whip in your live, it look rented
p+ssing off priests and christians, good riddance
got enough pieces of bread for 10 pigeons
[verse]
how you act tough in some khaki shorts?
your b+tch b+tt cheeks got massive warts
take em to it’s ass then slap the horse
drive it to the junkyard, smash the porsche
i’m the reason that your mom and your dad divorced
i was blowing that back, lemme pass the torch (uh)
sticking forks in the grass of course, at the bottom of a bottle of the captain morgan
i like [?], swatting down flies
squeezing on necks till i’m popping out eyes
i could make a k!lling doing k+pop, hot boy stay hot, i ain’t even hopping outside
i think [?], eye+bags looking a bruise from a punch
ok, i gotta couple loose screws, i’m a dunce
simmer down, i’m a lit fuse in the bunch
any given sunday, f+cking up a monday
b+tch you should be working on your funk shway
y’all should put your fists up, cool it with the gun play
if you got the work better stuff it in the hyundai (ok)
laughing all the way to the station, john wayne gacy
take em to the bas+m+nt
(wait, hold on, what happened in the bas+m+nt?)
i wasn’t at the wake, i ain’t get an invitation (yeah)
baby i’m the number one draft pick
manager will tell me what to do or get his ass kicked
i remember when i used to put my sh+t on [?]
i was kickin dirt up on a b+tch, i was a bad kid
if you from the outside, tell me where you from
the devil is alive with the daughter and the son
can’t afford to give in, not a penny or a crumb
stare into the flames, down the barrel of a gun
[chorus]
moment of silence
you probably heard that somebody died, you need a minute (ha)
running back the 505, i keep winning
i let an alligator survive and keep swimming
dead stop, one of a kind, i’m authentic
i’ve seen you with the whip in your live, it look rented
p+ssing off priests and christians, good riddance
got enough pieces of bread for 10 pigeons
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