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popper gang - bruise clues lyrics

[intro]
yeaahh
nahhh, f-ck i need poppers
ye, i love this beat
yo galactodactyl, w-ssup

[verse 1: jesse turvey]
this the type sh-t that be bringing out my dark side
i’m living in a place where there’s never any sunshine
where murderous thoughts and lingering plots are on the daily
preventing myself from k!lling myself and k!lling off innocent babies
complacent invasion of ignorant crazies
i’m a sick a mother f-cker bet my middle name is rabies
yo b-tch gotta fix that vocabulary, no maybes
i got a green belt and i got a red belt
need a brown belt, i don’t want babies..
ain’t that some sh-t, ain’t that b-tch
i don’t really give f-ck i’ll strap yo kid
in the middle of the summer with a heater, believe it, not dreaming
i’m a get a little bit lucid b-tch
confused as sh-t
i’m a get a little more drunk than cruise this b-tch
you lose your sh-t and lose your kid
you’re bruises blue like clues and sh-t

[hook x2]
popper gang, b-tch we do the proper thang
your b-tch about to make me c-m
you better stop her mang
cause we the popper gang
we do the proper thang
your f-cking b-tch about to make me c-m
you better stop her mang

[verse 2: mr coathanger]
everybody everywhere is running for the underground
popper gang is coming so now you can see the thunder cloud
unload the whole clip and load it up with another round
bang, bang, bang!
and people are falling to the ground
mother f-cker i’m amazing
catch me over here blazing
the mother f-cker replacing all of the faces
rearranging everything in your place
for the sake that you think that you’re going insane
you making mistakes so i’m taking your place
you should see the f-cking look on your face
keep a b-tch with a mother f-ckin’ tool on her waist
not a b-tch face down in a pool, that’s a waste
ya i could probably k!ll a kid
but everybody think that i already did
you ain’t gonna stop sh-t
you trying to stop this
everybody just chill, everybody get real
we coming and we ain’t making no deals
ya we taking your meals
now tell me how that feel
you all up in my grill ?
than my boys gonna take you to the river
and they cutting out your liver
now you floatin’ up the river
cold water make you shiver
now you thinking that it’s winter
i’m a mother f-ckin’ winner
i don’t even rock spinners
deliver cynical lyric
you hear it, don’t even come near it
you gonna fear to the to the point that you ain’t even coherent
b-tch…

[hook x4]
popper gang, b-tch we do the proper thang
your b-tch about to make me c-m
you better stop her mang
cause we the popper gang
we do the proper thang
your f-cking b-tch about to make me c-m
you better stop her mang

- popper gang lyrics

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