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słoń & dope d.o.d. - make'em bleed lyrics

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[intro]
you know, i’m tired of all the aggression, huh
i just wanna sing songs like when we were kids, you know
you know that
– zamknij kurwa ryj

[refren]
rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the come
now who the f-ck you think that they be? (now who they be?)
the hater, the faker, the whack track maker
f-ck it, i’mma make ’em all bleed (make ’em bleed)

[zwrotka 1: skits vicious]
you better invest in the vest
or get a whole lift in your chest
i roll with the best of the best
dudes wanna test, that’s a bad decision
i don’t suck my own d-ck and i ain’t into -ss kissing
another -ss-kicking commences
give a f-ck about the outcome or if it’s offensive
’cause when the dead walk [?] fences
and i’ll bring “lucille” when i visit your campus

[zwrotka 2: słoń]
śmierć tańczy, rozsiewając wokół trupów zapach
ja chcę jak bóg ukarać łaków na poziomie gugu-gaga
więc kundlu j-pa, w herbie martwica mózgu nadal
nie dotkniesz mojej poprzeczki, choćbyś na chuju stawał
bij na alarm, nadciąga piekielny szwadron
wstaw w cudzysłów, że cechuje nas niedelikatność
to czysty hardkor, plujemy w ryj tym pseudoznawcom
konkurencja nie istnieje, jak pięciozłotowy banknot

[zwrotka 3: skits vicious]
temper, temper, never count to ten when
my rowdy gang enter, we split the crowd center
we light incense with the scent of death
invent sick tracks with intent to wreck
so, mic check, one, two, f-ck you and you too
if you make it past me, you gotta face off with cubes
so do what you do and stay over there
’cause we ain’t having no bullsh-t over here

[zwrotka 4: słoń]
na majku społeczny odpad, zwykły prostak z nadwagą
w dłoniach mam kije do golfa, a oddech cuchnie jak jabol
wyczuwam strach łamago, niczym szkolony labrador
niech przy tym tracku wasze babcie się dziś w piekle łajdaczą
nad miasto przyleciał znów b29
zmień ksywę na nawóz, od dzisiaj zamieszkasz w glebie
i mnie się nie pozbędziesz nawet z pomocą koleżków
jestem jak bakterie kału na twej szczoteczce do zębów

[refren]
rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the come
now who the f-ck you think that they be? (now who they be?)
the hater, the faker, the whack track maker
f-ck it, i’mma make ’em all bleed (make ’em bleed)

[zwrotka 5: jay reaper]
i went to h-ll and back, driving in a red cadillac
i never left, now i even got the devil back
i never rest, see my heart is in the wicked places in my chest
nevertheless, i don’t stress, ’cause i’m dead already
and h-lla mella sweaty burnin’ all your [?]
people lookin’ at me petty, like i’m fetty wap
aim my glock at your flock, ’cause they ready now
i let it pop, you gon feel it like a belly flop
i’mma bully, i’mma [?], i’m the f-ckin’ [?]
i’mma chip off to your block, you f-ckin’ [?]
k!lling n-ggas like a cop, it will never stop
always [?] rest in peace to [?]
be in heaven now, but i be still in h-ll a [?]
the demon knights in the castle of camelot

[refren]
rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the come
now who the f-ck you think that they be? (now who they be?)
the hater, the faker, the whack track maker
f-ck it, i’mma make ’em all bleed (make ’em bleed)



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