$uicideboy$ – durango ’95 (a real horror show) lyrics
[intro: body sn-tchers]
“where you gonna go?
where you gonna run?
where you gonna hide?
nowhere, ’cause there’s no one like you left!
that’s right…”
[hook: lil glock]
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping
glocks, glocks, glocks, glocks
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping
glocks, glocks, glocks, glocks
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
[verse 1: yung christ]
evil spirits takin’ over, now they runnin’ through my head
telling me, “grip that f-cking gun”
telling me, “pop that f-cking lead”
it’s a bird, it’s a plane—no, it’s satan in the flesh
i’m that dead motherf-cker steady smoking on that death
satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
i’m that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
graveyard livin’, murder itchin’, don’t be superst-tious
demons got my back, i don’t even fight it now
black magic, voodoo power
$uicide’s exciting, now see?
[hook: lil glock & yung plague]
glocks popping, bustas dropping
glocks, glocks, glocks, glocks—
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping
glocks, glocks, glocks, glocks—
(f-ck rap, and f-ck a rapper)
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
(lets put ’em all in a f-cking hole…)
[verse 2: yung plague]
i’d rather take a nap after i turn a blunt to ash
creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin’ like a velociraptor
pull, pullin’ off the patch, but i ain’t takin’ off the f-cking mask
heard ’em gasp, closed their mouth with the f-cking gat’s blast
can’t rap about a fine dime’s -ss no more
g-59 where the beast’s signs fine
f-ck a feast, i’m fine dying
life gave me lemons, but i want a f-cking lime
ain’t got the time to die tryin’
b-tch, i know i’ll die alone
either in a ditch or on a throne
either way, in a pit i’m being thrown
everything is nothing, and i’m f-cking decomposed
[outro: lil glock]
glocks popping, bustas dropping
glocks, glocks, glocks, glocks—
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping, n-ggas duckin’ from this sh-t
glocks popping, bustas dropping
glocks, glocks, glocks, glocks—
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