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sus phixion - grey gods (chopped & screwed) lyrics

[intro: dj paul]
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz

[verse 1: ruby da cherry]
flip my f-cking cross i don’t need a messiah
f-ck a crown of th-rns i got a crown of barb wire
burn a f-cking church
light a blunt with the fire
fumes got my head spinning like a f-cking tire
me and my whole clique are pariahs
hittin c notes like the choir
hittin c notes like mariah
ya b-tch wanna give me her saliva
adding 6 more b-tches to the d-ck now that’s the hydra
pride to the odyssey
i f-ck your mom’s v-g-n-
she was soft and wet like papaya
suicide for hire
holes in my designer
haters on me like a f-cking sniper
me and $l!ck ripping blades waiting to retire

[hook: dj paul]
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you playa hataz

[verse 2: $crim]
it’s the corpse creeping up the graveyard snort a eight-ball
bullets fall like a raindrop on a stable
five-one five-o psych ward k!lla’ northside gorilla grey five-nine militia
i’m a punk get the picture
shooting junk thru’ my tissue
walking solo with you chilling sipping lean with no filla’
triple the six f-ck a b-tch i got that itch i gotta scratch
you diss a b-tch you never scr-p got the demons on my back
they tellin me is time to f-cking k!ll tonight
ridin’ with the lights dim and a scope on sight
what a thrill
what a thrill
when the trigger finger pull
bound for h-ll f-ck the law p-ssy boy f-ck you

[verse 3: ramirez]
creepin out the jungle it’s the silverback gorilla
man beating on my chest
i pull up then i blow your f-cking brains
throw your ligaments inside a pit
and then i watch em’ burn
dancing round the flames
i’m spitting out these sacrificial words
roll me up a blunt
with the page that i ripped out of the bible
i been feelin’ homicidal gripping on my f-cking rifle
b-tch you thinking that you safe
but i find out where the f-ck you stay
pullup to your neighbourhood
and let the f-cking gauge spray
boy i’m saucin’ i do this often
i lay inside my coffin rotting, i sit here plotting
i’m skating down through compton
caution that when i’m charting them
i’m ’bout to f-cking rob em
hang him from the crucifix to
leave his family just to watch em

- sus phixion lyrics

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