Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal (Mafia!)
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye)
(Ruby, you got it?)
If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal
[Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE]
Straight out of hell
Ring the bells
Plague is here to stay
[?]
[?] follow me in your grave
Ain't got no protection 'cause I've been since the end of fucking times
My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you're wondering who am i?
I am the devil's son born and raised
Fictitious $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay?
Praise the fuckin' devil god can suck my dick, I scorch the veins
Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
Im the lord of the blades
Gold on my bi–
Wait a fucking minute—I got more to say
Threatenin' swordplay, still the same name
'Cause the chip on my soul bleeds [?]
Lil Plague make a forte, sitck it with the gourmet
Hot and [?]
For war, we pray
Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame
[Hook: RUBY DA CHERRY]
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Death is inevitable
The fucking $carecrow
Walking on his tip-toes
While your blood stay, we'll flow
You know, mister typical
Hearing the fucking voices through my window
(Begging to be dead!)
But no worries, just like Chuckie
Cutthroat got the blade and a knife
Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even died
My father just forsaken, I
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin'
It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of evil, like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia)
Xanax evil
Close to lethal
Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles
So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)
[Outro: $LICK $LOTH]
Grew up a fuck up
Load a nine up (fuck all this shit)
My time's up, fuck
[Intro:] Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal (Mafia!) Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye) (Ruby, you got it?) If you bustas slippin' [?] I'm finna do the deal [Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE] Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to stay [?] [?] follow me in your grave Ain't got no protection 'cause I've been since the end of fucking times My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you're wondering who am i? I am the devil's son born and raised Fictitious $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay? Praise the fuckin' devil god can suck my dick, I scorch the veins Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin', oceans swellin' Im the lord of the blades Gold on my bi– Wait a fucking minute—I got more to say Threatenin' swordplay, still the same name 'Cause the chip on my soul bleeds [?] Lil Plague make a forte, sitck it with the gourmet Hot and [?] For war, we pray Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame [Hook: RUBY DA CHERRY] For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray [Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH] Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow Walking on his tip-toes While your blood stay, we'll flow You know, mister typical Hearing the fucking voices through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no worries, just like Chuckie Cutthroat got the blade and a knife Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even died My father just forsaken, I I'm still $uicide until I die It's an eye for an eye Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out) See the reaper having a busy season Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin' It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil, like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia) Xanax evil Close to lethal Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! pow! pow! pow!) Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah) [Outro: $LICK $LOTH] Grew up a fuck up Load a nine up (fuck all this shit) My time's up, fuck Explain Request ×
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