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lee hazlewood - sacrifice lyrics

[mack maine:]
don’t be scared now
i’ll have you sweating so hard you’ll need 3 or 4 towels
after that, all i need is 3 or 4 showers
just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours
then come to through your hood and get like, 3 or 4 cowards
you think your bison like you play for howard
but you’s a duck like howard
i make you fall like the towers
i cut your arm off and tell you to reach
then i cut your tongue off and i tell you to speak
my n-gg-s in a circle in the middle of a bonfire
they quick to become arsonists to set you on fire
the flesh start to smell, but who gives a f-ck?
heaven or h-ll n-gg-, you need to pick one
brrrp, stick ’em, now you become a victim
yeah, you become a victim, yeah, you become a victim
i’m evil like three 6’s n-gg- minus the mafia
and ain’t no brace on my sh-t, n-gg-, ain’t no stoppin’ a,
young cannibal, cut you like a cantalope
i mistreat bodies, for breakfast i eat bodies

[chorus:]
you could smell fear in the distance [? ] all of their lives
come with us home, better witness their, sacrifice
we could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
we could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
we could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
we could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

[lil wayne:]
it’s weezy f. crazy
you scary -ss rappers on the beat i’m wes craven
but i’m eastside till i reside in the grave
and you walk in my bas-m-nt and see the bodies i’m saving
blood bath flow, yes it’s time for some bathing
shotty with a drum and i’m a play it like a cadence
invasion, i cook ya like the asians
put bread on ya head like a raisin
you a danish, you need glazing
pardon me man, but i’m craving
i got you in the oven, but i’m waiting
i’m patient, for my patient
yeah, there’s a meeting in my kitchen
shhh, there’s rappers sleeping in my kitchen
young money creatures
kill your sweet -ss then eat you motherf-cker

[gudda gudda:]
we take your body for a motherf-cking sacrifice
see you in h-ll b-tch meet me in the afterlife
minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand
n-gg-, knife to your head, you’re my sacrificial lamb
n-gg-, i can smell blood like a hound, i see dead people
paint the scene, i’m a leave a bunch of red people
saddam, i bomb, i’m insane, hussein
-ssault rifle with the drum, n-gg-, with the blue flame
blood on my glove, while i’m burying the witness
cut your limbs off, i’m on my jeffrey dahmer sick sh-t
for real i’m i’ll, we marching like the military
coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery
you n-gg-s sweet, get ate like ben n’ jerrys
you n-gg-s very fairy,
tell frail better go and say your hail mary
rocket launcher b-tch, i’m a throw a hail mary
young gudda biach

- lee hazlewood lyrics

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