undead slayer - can't do shit lyrics
[chorus: undead and (zodiak)]
h-ll no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
we gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh-t
(sound like sh-t)
b-tches ain’t gonna criticize, y’all b-tches can’t do sh-t
these ain’t f-ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(do bout it?)
[verse 1: live grenade]
hear us before, b-tches need another sample
mad cause this f-ckin’ crew becomin’ more ample
cut it up, white lines, we begin
don’t give a f-ck, we always win
drunk as f-ck, gonna do it all again
with a single puff, we’re gonna continue to f-ckin’ sin
hard as f-ck to k!ll, you know we’re f-ckin’ movin’ in
shootin’ off guns while pukin’ up some blood
like a said, crew gettin’ big, just keeps on gettin’ bigger
pop pop pop, my finger on the f-ckin’ trigger!
[chorus: undead and (zodiak)]
h-ll no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
we gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh-t
(sound like sh-t)
b-tches don’t criticize, y’all b-tches can’t do sh-t
these ain’t f-ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(do bout it?)
[verse 2: zodiak]
i’m f-ckin’ high, don’t care about being sober
stealin’ b-tch’s range rovers, now i got a hangover
i’m a weed smoker with that strong -ss weed odor
the devil, i’m on your teen’s shoulder, a street f-ckin’ solider
don’t invite us over, we f-ck b-tches like a sleepover
askin’ your b-tch out so to f-ckin’ cheat on her
some mad f-ckin’ loners who keep on sinkin’ lower
f-ggots gettin’ mean b-n-r cause of zodiak poster
i’m poppin’ some pills while i jack someone’s bike
high, drunk, we runnin’ all these red lights
i punch a motherf-cker in his d-ck after a fight
we’ll never feel bad, do it multiple times in a single night!
[chorus: undead and (zodiak)]
h-ll no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
we gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh-t
(sound like sh-t)
b-tches don’t criticize, y’all b-tches can’t do sh-t
these ain’t f-ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(do bout it?)
[verse 3: frankie]
many dollars pushed down in my wallet
chain so bling, n-gg-, i’m a balla
take the blame from the cops since p-ss-es don’t wanna
as we smokin’ up all the marijuana
we can’t run, pigs got a f-ckin’ choppa
we got some guns, they got a lotta
shootin’ at the cops with a f-ckin’ sawed-off
god, don’t care, don’t forgive me fatha
i’m gonna sin, no f-cks about the bible
b-tches are snitches, holdin’ me liable
f-ckin’ with girls, kids look up to me, i’mma idol
a f-ckin’ sinner since i was a child
[bridge: undead]
you can’t blame me, i’m just f-ckin’ dealin’
they still buyin’, ain’t n-body stealin’
haters still gettin’ f-cked up, i had to teach ‘em
now n-body, n-body needs ‘em
[chorus: undead and (zodiak)]
h-ll no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
we gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh-t
(sound like sh-t)
b-tches don’t criticize, y’all b-tches can’t do sh-t
these ain’t f-ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(do bout it?)
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