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sick gang - move back lyrics

[intro]
mu+mu’f+cker move back (back, back)
make your blood stop flowin’
mu’f+cker move back (back, back)
make your blood stop flowin’
bring it on
i can see inside your face, you’re in the wrong place
i’m like, bruh, bruh, blow you out of the frame

[bridge: dieabolik the monster & don orias]
yeah! dieabolik
don, don, let’s go
bring it on
sick gang)

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
lookin’ down the barrel with one eye, call it fetty wappin’ (haha)
would tell you about the bodies but the feds are watchin’ (yah)
my heart cold, that’s why i got the desert c+ckin’ (yah)
y’all leavin’ here breathin’ really not an option (no)
i’ll cut your throat and make you do a f+ckin’ handstand
b+tch, i’m goin’ in like my mu’f+ckin’ [head, stan?]
doin’ 95 in my mu’f+ckin’ trans+am
drinkin’ pbr and bumpin’ some enter sandman (what)
you can tell by the mask, i’m a monster (yah!)
cuttin’ off her face while that b+tch is still conscious (yes)
hoe, i stay fly like a witches broom closet (closet)
i cut my wrists and let it drip like a faucet
if they ask about me, tell them hoes that i lost it (yah)
watch your flesh around me, little homie, stay cautious
smokin’ like a casket, oops, i mean a coffin
’bout to scream four, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout golf move (bang)
[chorus]
make your blood stop flowin’
mu’f+cker move back (back, back)
make your blood stop flowin’
bring it on
i can see inside your face, you’re in the wrong place
i’m like, bruh, bruh, blow you out of the frame

[verse 2: don orias]
better move back before you get yo sh+t cracked
i’m k!llin’ ’em off on the track and in+person (yeah)
dieabolik on the block poppin’ shots, just to cause a diversion
i’m in the back of an excursion with a dead b+tch and a bottle of jergens
ayy yo! i see that b+tch bleedin’ dawg
we’ll stuff her ass with a maxipad
claim it was an accident, wash her off in an acid bath
this the aftermath of bein’ the product of b+st+rd trash
i spazz backwards and trash b+st+rds and wack actors
don’t you mean wack rappers? might as well be the same sh+t
homie, i ain’t bumpin’ nothin’ but monster music and brainsick
yo, i have you stranglin’, cut your throat
color myself with the blood and then rock the red like i’m gang related (su whoo)
flood ’em with that sick sh+t and the rise of the tides (swoosh)
doctor jekyll and mr. hyde in a strange place
and my mainframe is no longer maintained
my stange case, i’m insane (hahahaha)
motherf+cker, move back
[chorus]
make your blood stop flowin’
mu’f+cker move back (back, back)
make your blood stop flowin’
bring it on
i can see inside your face, you’re in the wrong place
i’m like, bruh, bruh, blow you out of the frame
i’m like…

[instrumental/cuts]

[chorus: prodigy]
mu+mu’f+cker move back (back, back)
make your blood stop flowin’
mu’f+cker move back (back, back)
make your blood stop flowin’
bring it on
i can see inside your face, you’re in the wrong place
i’m like, bruh, bruh, blow you out of the frame
i’m like bruh, bruh…

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