slug † christ - 6 grams lyrics
[hook: slug christ] (2x)
i told myself i gotta start stackin’ paper
but f-ck all these addictions
hit a lick so cold
slip it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
it’s cool i f-cked the witness
and i’m ripped solo
a comma an some digits
[verse 1: slug christ]
a k low
don’t f-ck with me
a hunnid grams
to use personally
two sides
f-ck a trinity
middle finger nailed
can you tell me what that one thing is
i know you f-ckin’ know
don’t you tell me it’s a secret
when it’s c-mmin’ in your throat
retreat to euthanasia
or figure out the joke
a choice that comes free
hit you with all that i got
lookin’ like heavy arms
when enter ya spot
you can not damage me brah
i’m the main character
you’re just a supportin’ role
filler’s all they need ya for
it’s over
in and out the door
beggin’ and scr-pin’ for more
manifestin’ a crack wh0r-
suckin’ that d-ck ’til you gore
[bridge: slug christ]
a dime sack
don’t talk to me
couple zones
on the balcony
k!ll yourself
ya blasphemy
couple grand
[hook: slug christ] (2x)
i told myself i gotta start stackin’ paper
but f-ck all these addictions
hit a lick so cold
slip it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
it’s cool i f-cked the witness
and i’m ripped solo
a comma an some digits
[verse 3: the yung link]
b-tch it’s me, n-gga it’s the f-ckin’ link
i’m takin’ your riches and puttin’ you six feet deep
underground while you sleep
n-gga i’mma creep
through your mothaf-ckin’ hood while you countin’ your sheep
got the mask on my face and be bustin’ your b-tches on repeat
watch the blood leak
i’m blowin’ on that stank pack type sh-t
houston tex promethazine that lonestar pint sh-t
when i go broke i then kick in the doe and leave everybody
wig split
fall to teh floe and then give me yoe doe and then feel your f-ckin’ body drip
i got the licka through my f-ckin’ veins
n-gga talk sh-t and 900 the klick make them motherf-ckin’ bullets rain
n-gga on your -ss
make them hollow points blast
i empty the clips
i’m takin’ no sh-ts
pop you like a zit
like i’m poppin’ a cl-t
n-gga don’t trip
on my pistol grip
bullets sh-lls rang
makin’ a stang
givin’ you pain
showin’ no shame
f-ck all you lames
i’m bustin’ on your b-tches
i’m takin’ your riches
then droppin’ them bodies off in a ditches
believe in no snitches
[hook: slug christ] (2x)
i told myself i gotta start stackin’ paper
but f-ck all these addictions
hit a lick so cold
slip it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
it’s cool i f-cked the witness
and i’m ripped solo
a comma an some digits
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