a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

$uicideboy$ - golden calf lyrics

[intro: lord infamous]
bullets knocking n-ggas down as if they were heat seeking
scalping me more d-mn fools than a lunatic mohican
stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture
bullets knocking n-ggas down as if they were heat seeking
scalping me more d-mn fools than a lunatic mohican
stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture

[verse 1: spooky da scary]
my money always gone
prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm
slide ’em down my throat and swallow without water
dead by dawn
i told y’all all these dark rooms in an empty house ain’t nothin’ fun
drugs ain’t for turnin’ up, i take ’em, now i’m turnin’ numb
all these hoes tryna make me c-m, but i’m too f-cked up, she left
so now i’m rollin’ blunts out of the book of psalms
f-cking rap game ghengis khan, bodies piled up on the lawn
checkmate on all these f-cking p-wns
the devil got my picture drawn, the devil got my picture drawn

[hook: lord infamous]
bullets knocking n-ggas down as if they were heat seeking
scalping me more d-mn fools than a lunatic mohican
stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture

[verse 2: lil half cut]
weaponry master, $carecrow in the pasture
burn the church, and flip the cross, then blast the f-cking pastor
b-tch, i be that b-st-rd these other rappers scared of
jump a motherf-cker, i ain’t tryna have no fair one
lurkin’ at the bottom, ’cause my problems keep on addin’ up
got a couple stalkers, all because the $carecrow f-cked ’em once
creepin’ with ruby, he turns into uzi
’cause motherf-ckers keep on tryna get buck
one shot to the head, told uzi he dead
leave ’em to rot, never cover them up

[verse 3: eddy baker]
little b-tch don’t trip i’m the sh-t
flip the zip, make some chip
really quick fast money yeah i love it
eddy baker stay thuggin, smoking out in public
dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man
blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man
don’t worry bout where i’m at b-tch; i’m not your husband
an eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzing
that p-ssy n-gga think that he want problems, but he doesn’t
really?

[hook: lord infamous]
stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture

[verse 4: fat nick]
prescription drugs
misusing the dusty hoes abusing ’em
i’m poppin’ percs and sippin’ lean
just feeding demons inside me
30 shot, these glocks gon’ pop
you say you ballin’
well you’re not
made a fortune whippin’ pots
re-up on carol city cups
count it, i count it
then round it
i’m f-ckin’
media thuggin’
that thumper gon’ knock ya off
fl1ck out my d-ck then i go, and i dump in her
i love the b-tch now i decided to buckle-up
how y’all saying y’all the sh-t?
your numbers ain’t lookin’ too lit
f-cked you up, gon’ stomp you out in 10-thousand-dollar outfits

- uicideboy lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS