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clapton - decay lyrics

[verse 1: decay]
ignorant pr-ck puffin’ a brown b-tt
loaded on stage pullin’ babes from the crowd up
shirt off screamin’ “now what, ya punk b-tch?!”
i’ll lace ya limbs up and launch you off a large bridge
i’m makin’ em frantic you know,  they lookin’ at me like “you dope”
i’ll cop ya momma’s digits after the show, ya sissy (ha)
surfer dudes ain’t worth sh-t
i’ll smack up ya skull  wit a vodka and lime up in the mosh pit
i’m toxic baby the pen pour out propane, i’ll pulverize you p-ss-es
push maximum pain, put that on my name
choke you wit cha knock off chain
insane ginger out swingin’ like industrial cranes (uh)
decay takin em back
crack an 8 pack and snap ya f-ckin’ neck to this track
cause i came to murder packed clubs
hand me the gloves and oj with tequila
topped up in a mug (come on)

[chorus: young kazh & mike sherm]
west coast n-gg- but the east home
low lows, chucks, get my groove on
if you don’t do it for the hood n-gg- move on
masked up with a burner, know i move wrong

east coast n-gg- but the west home
beast mode n-gg- keep ya vest on
we do it for the clique, n-gg-s that go strong
if you ain’t really wit this sh-t n-gg- get gone

[verse 2: decay]
yo, i’m worth about 80 bucks, b-tch what’s happenin’?
on the mic spittin’ cocaine like clapton
zero slackin’, props stackin’, real traction
got you cats turnin’ all white like mike jackson (ha)
d-ck nose, i squash ya sh-t flow
droppin’ bars while you tryin’ on bras at le chateau
bro, back the f-ck fast, get smashed like prop gl-ss
you just a jack-ss, i’m the prof of this cl-ss (boy)
east coast irish cat outta canada
shut ya f-ckin’ lips little man for i damage ya
i’m tearin’ sh-t up on the daily,  i ain’t f-ckin’ wit none of you babies
got kazh wit a burner bustin’ clips off mad crazy
2019 filthy as ever
leather boots on  stompin’ you up outta ya sweater
the kid calamitous, with each new joint i’m more ravenous
throwin’ the hammerfist down on all of you f-ckin’ amateurs

[chorus: young kazh & mike sherm]
west coast n-gg- but the east home
low lows, chucks, get my groove on
if you don’t do it for the hood n-gg- move on
masked up with a burner, know i move wrong

east coast n-gg- but the west home
beast mode n-gg- keep ya vest on
we do it for the clique, n-gg-s that go strong
if you ain’t really wit this sh-t n-gg- get gone

- decay lyrics

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