rick and morty | clipping. – stab him in the throat lyrics
tryna turn it into somethin’
(tryna turn it into somethin’)
what the f-ck, he been discussin’?
he looking schwifty, mate
you shouldn’t trust him
that sucka schwifty, mate
you shouldn’t trust him
only came to show out
so the wrist is lit
step up in the club
if the b-tch is thick
bouncer know the clique
so get in quick
hopped up out the whip
same color pickle rick
all up in the function
with the blapper tucked
bouncer is a factor
better dap him up
slide a couple green ones
and he backin’ up
shorty bad as f-ck
and wetter than an aqueduct
so she walk in free too
now the jaw jacking old motherf-cker
come up actin’ a fool
put his big hand
on her big -ss
without checkin’ if it was cool
she looked him dead
in his eyeball
and said you got to the
count of the 2
that man gon’ end up dead
he b-mpin’ his flappy folds
to the feds
plus she a hitter
he don’t know
he got caught slippin’
and she stab him in the throat
he out of pocket
you should stab him in the throat
he keep on talkin’
you should stab him in the throat
he stunin’ like he hard
but he ain’t trained to go
if he ain’t solid
gon’ stab him in the throat
tryna turn it into somethin’
(tryna turn it into somethin’)
what the f-ck, he been discussin’?
he looking schwifty, mate
you shouldn’t trust him
that sucka schwifty, mate
you shouldn’t bust him
that’s why you keep the pepper close that habanero
have him leakin’ szechuan right there on the floor
that’s why she always plan to have a knife
the club is goin’ hamurai
the chopper got no manners
it’s certain standards that a man abides
an eye is for an eye
and so the crime should match the punishment
he out sayin’ that he every line
so she gon’ take him tongue from him
and this way
this canary won’t be singin’ much
he bleedin’ out
hear the bubbles
when he breathe and stuff
that’s what happens
when the paper trail is too long
go through his pockets
text his family on his new phone
so they can figure up on his tombstone
and that’s the way the news goes
that man gon’ end up dead
he b-mpin’ his flappy folds
to the feds
plus she a hitter
he don’t know
he got slippin’
and she stab him in the throat
he out of pocket
you should stab him in the throat
he keep on talkin’
you should stab him in the throat
he stunin’ like he hard
but he ain’t trained to go
if he ain’t solid
gon’ and stab him in the throat
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