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sick gang - animalistic lyrics

[intro]
there is a house in new orleans
they call the rising sun
and it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
and, god, i know i’m one

[chorus]
oh, mother, tell your children
not to do what i have done
spend your lives in sin and misery
in the house of the rising sun

[verse 1: don orias]
hahahaha
yo, i’ve been savage the day i turned to an animal
tooth and nail in the mandible
appetite of a cannibal (hahahaha)
did you wake up in the puddle of blood? whether i did it to you
i’m a f+ckin’ combination of bundy, gacy and hannibal
sn+tchin’ ’em out the grand, i’ma slap they hands into manacles (hahahaha)
cliqued up on some sick sh+t
try to f+ck ’em, i’da pulled some sick sh+t
you might end up with your f+ckin’ wrists slit
and your wig split, sh+t
i be out my f+ckin’ biscuit
i be k!llin’ n+ggas, i’m a sl!ck rick
(man, this dude, this dude whack. what the f+ck is this sh+t?)
yo, i came here to k!ll (k!ll)
to track you b+st+rds out in the factory, the remainder of ill
b+tch, i’m aimin’ at will
yo, incite a massacre, blast you f+ggots with apertures
afterwards, stash ’em in a bag full of vile vomit and afterbirth
stop all the bullsh+t, quit with the fl!ck of the wrist
death will be silent like budda+di+dubba+ble+di+dubba+do
you still got the nerve to claim that you is sick as it gets
homie, i’m sickened by this
i just stick to the script, f+ck y’all
why’d y’all have to be raw? (b+tch!)
[chorus: eric burdon & dieabolik the monster]
oh, mother, tell your children (yeah! yeah!)
not to do what i have done (don, we got another one, man)
spend your lives in sin and misery (sick gang!)
in the house of the rising sun (dieabolik the monster)

[verse 2: dieabolik the monster]
yo! yo! ammunition fully loaded
stay away from hoe sh+t
squeeze the trigger, semi singin’ like it’s frank ocean
shoot it in the trees, i got it singin’ like locusts
till the gang, let it live, burn it all, roach clips
that’s donnie with me if you didn’t notice
prop a cannon out the window
bullets shot some motorolas, pull up
and k!ll your family while we keep the motor runnin’
f+ck a rapper thinkin’ that he owe somethin’
they better pray to god, i’m ’bout to take ’em all to church
put the money on the plate, i’m gettin’ paid like it’s the first
you don’t want it with the eight, let the millimeter burst (stop!)
sent your competition, human centipede the verse
we raised by the street, we got an animal code
they try to put us in the cage like animal control
sick gang in this thang with the anakin flow
we’re kilin’ everything dead in our prime
the gang ahead of it’s time (yah! yah!)
[outro: dieabolik the monster]
some died (haha)

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