ocean (gråta djävulen) – 459 pc lyrics
[v.i]
i wake up to faces
that look like me and they getting paid
i lit up my bone walked out the house
as i flipped me blade
do dirt by me lonely
no need for me to un-c-ck the clip
i’m out on the interstate
hit you for 2-11 b-tch
who the f-ck think they is
that’s rapping like me and ganking styles
they don’t know who be
crook smile the juvenile problem child
i look to my right
my blinker on then i bust a left
i’m flying p-ss crenshaw
in all black to put you to rest
falling out this codeine
got me at the wheel like sleepers on it
i’m skating for minutes
then spot the house then i hit the corner
hop out the impala
made sure my b-tterfly polish
i’m creeping he got rottweiler’s
i hit them with that new silent
the front door was lock d-mn
so head to the f-cking back
i slipped in the dog’s door
just like a f-cking ally cat
before got to business
i opened up the refrigerator
and ate me some grub
cause in my pockets was now and laters
then heard a noise “oh sh-t”
as i crouch and then i grabbed on my sh-t
ain’t gonna hit me for that 45-9
as i peeked it was his f-cking b-tch
yeah her -ss was fat
and i can tell that she did her t-ts
my d-ck hard as diamonds
but f-ck it i’ll k!ll her and make it quick
she turned on the tv
and started walking to the kitchen
by now i’m in the living room
and feel like ramirez richard
she walked to the couch
and had a few drinks of scotch
soon as she start nodding off
i jumped up like it was jack in the box
i grabbed her jaw jewelry popped
soon as she kicked down the f-ckin gl-ss
before hit the floor blood stain
her robe with her neck in half
wiped my blade off with her hair
then creeped my way up the stairs
before hit the right room
i got lost was like thousand in there
can believe he live like a king
platinum plaques all off my f-cking sw-ng
ima wake up the trick
and in his forehead i’ll carve my name
cold blade slapped his face
he didn’t budge i said, “wake up trick”
all he saw was gold t–th
must knew me cause he all frantic and sh-t
before got two words in
he reach for the dresser ‘cab
before he can shoot me
i jammed my knife in his f-cking back
i’m too f-cking cool like that
too cash to get caught from rats
before fled the scene
cross out his name now it’s 3am
putting em all in he-rs-
you can’t run when it’s time to get checked
body slamming them 6 feet under
with the blade now they mark for death
i’m looking for more names
right now up to number 2
i filled up my tank
now time to cruise to michigan fool
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