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prosthetic legs - city morgue lyrics

[intro]
is that shoki on the beat?
vader

[verse 1: zillakami]
limb mangler, pull up, jeep wrangler (okay)
you my opposite and now i need to send you up (wassup?)
i don’t wanna talk to you, talk to the razor (huh?)
i don’t wanna talk to you, talk to the razor (okay)
i’m a mad kid when i’m off the acid (okay)
when i’m at the shows, b*tch, come on, show your tits (uh)
i’m a m*s*ch*st, come on and give me a kiss (uh)
i’m a rebel 13, wardog clique (okay)
used to, fighting n*ggas when they talk about it (okay)
know the consequences when they talk about it (wassup?)
cut the barrel off the new shotty (huh?)
watch the pellets spread when they hit your body (okay)
real deal i will k!ll the witness and it’s real spiel
i will peal your lemon (uh*huh)
i’m a c*nt f*cker, go and count your minutes (uh*huh)
i’m the mischievous, the dirty kid, the menace (aha ha)

[post*chorus: zillakami & sosmula]
wardog, wardog, wardog clique (hey)
pedal to the floor (what?), snipers never miss (hey)
wardog, wardog, wardog clique (hey)
pedal to the floor (what?), snipers never miss (sleezy)

[verse 2: sosmula]
hit your forehead (boom), crack it like a raw egg (boom, boom)
i’m like a little kid, rippin’ off doll heads (sleezy)
and the porsche wrecked (skrrt, skrrt), treat you like a boar’s head (sleezy)
guillotine, you really scream, the floor red (doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo)
sniper on one knee (boom), leave a n*gga skunky (boom)
pull up like one deep (f*ck outta here), don’t ever try to jump me (no no)
pistol (boom), junkie, all you n*ggas lunch meat (f*ck outta here)
klean up krew (boom boom), from the street, p*ssy in the front seat (sleezy)

[chorus: zillakami]
if i aim this right, y’all need prosthetic legs (okay)
if he moves, then that n*gga ain’t dead (what?)
if i aim this right, y’all need prosthetic heads (okay)
if he moves, then that n*gga ain’t dead (what?)
if i aim this right, y’all need prosthetic legs (okay)
if he moves, then that n*gga ain’t dead (what?)
if i aim this right, y’all need prosthetic heads (okay)
if he moves, then that n*gga ain’t dead (what?)

[post*chorus: zillakami]
wardog, wardog, wardog clique (hey)
pedal to the floor (what?), snipers never miss (hey)
wardog, wardog, wardog clique (hey)
pedal to the floor (what?), snipers never miss (hey)

- city morgue lyrics

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