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lord infamous - dollar on swole lyrics

[hook]
in the middle of the club, dollar on swole
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
buckin’ through the crowd, knock yo b-tch down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out

in the middle of the club, dollar on swole
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
buckin’ through the crowd, knock yo b-tch down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out

[verse 1]
kamikaze in a maserati, homicidal hobbies
blow your bodies up like nagasaki, missiles from the shotty
split your bodies then i mold the corpses out on a big dolly
[?] at the party, poppin’ molly, scopin’ charlie
there’s no need for an autopsy when this migo gettin’ naughty
flesh is rottin’, never stoppin’, medulla oblongata
spreadin’ parts of your whole noggin’, bring a key bump for a goon
for a motherf-ckin’ bargain on, embedded your horror
cyanide, sayonara, guatemala, pounds trapped
in the snout of a wicked clone, saigon, heroin
my flow is in the medicine, my tolerance is nuclear
with the skull and crossbones, hold on my soul
it’s gone zoned out for so long, i’mma blown like a trombone
sh-ttin’ on you maricones, throwin’ your hood
(?) don’t even do that, i rip and rob you wussies
throw them b-tch n-ggas a tampax, hairpin trigger
and (?)

[hook]
in the middle of the club, dollar on swole
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
buckin’ through the crowd, knock yo b-tch down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out

in the middle of the club, dollar on swole
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
buckin’ through the crowd, knock yo b-tch down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out

[verse 2]
mad max, thunderdome, crystal
huffin’ on broke gl-ss, grippin’ on pistols
hitman mercenary blackout squad man
i’mma blow your motherf-ckin’ back out, afghan
bounty hunter, doomsday, motherf-ckin’ -ss-ssin
kick in the entrance then commence the blastin’
lord voorhees, scarecrow myers
do some wicked sh-t, with a torch ‘n pliers
opiates, benzos and amphetamines
tussionex, roxies, promethazine, codeine
kush bud smoke ’bout to strangle
no breath internally, i think i’m ’bout to bleed to death
think all my brain cells obliterated
alzheimer settin’ in and i’m really age-old
lord infamous, my flesh is tortured by an addiction
most of my life i see these demonic visions

[hook] 2x
in the middle of the club, dollar on swole
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
buckin’ through the crowd, knock yo b-tch down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out

in the middle of the club, dollar on swole
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
buckin’ through the crowd, knock yo b-tch down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out

- lord infamous lyrics

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