City Morgue – Wardog Anthem lyrics

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
These niggas throwing B's up, thinking that they Bloodin'
Niggas throwing C's up, calling you they Cousin
Niggas holding guns up that only hold a dozen
Call of Duty clips lil' nigga, No Russian, ay
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off

[Verse 1: SosMula]
I put the work in the oil, them bricks of cocaine all just turn into butter (work)
My wrist in the bowl, when niggas is broke, the pennies all turn into hunnids (racks)
Watch who you serving, these niggas be ratting, they trapping, and work undercover (fuck out of here)
My niggas can't find you, my niggas is liable to slide through and murder your brother (blat!)
Tie up your girl, shoot up your dog, The grips on the burner be rubber (blow!)
Splash on the grill, bukkake in ya face, Mula should squirt on your mother (slap)
City Morgue be the gang, nigga
MBF cause I'm blood
Ran off too many times on the plug (fuck out of here)
Ain't paying shit back that's a dub (fuck out of here)
Infrared beams, on them machines, ain't no such thing as the love
You feel like I owe you, you niggas ain't local, you pussy, come take it in blood

[Bridge: ZillaKami]
It's the wardogs, what?
Breaking leashes, never called off, what?
In the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
World War like it's Warsaw
I grab the war saw rest
It's the wardogs, what?
Breaking leashes, never called off, what?
In the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
World War like it's Warsaw
I grab the war saw rest


[Verse 2: SosMula]
Banana clip, I got the gun in my briefs (blow)
Look out nigga I'm the one on the East (blow)
Catch me I shoot you under the seat (blow)
[?] under the seat
13 years old is when I jumped in the street
Pussy ass rapper don't call no police (fuck out of here)
Thats why my nigga be fucking your niece (slut)
Let me up bursting busting her cheeks
Bitch I'm blood, you startled
[?]
Wanna fuck, cause she horny (slut)
Double cups in the morning
Pour up, private numbers, baby mother blow my trap phone (fuck out of here)
Mac chrome, crack dome, break your backbones (blat!)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
These niggas throwing B's up, thinking that they Bloodin'
Niggas throwing C's up, calling you they Cousin
Niggas holding guns up that only hold a dozen
Call of Duty clips lil' nigga, No Russian, ay
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off