good fishing! - gizmo & christ dillinger lyrics
[intro]
gloom’s here
[chorus: gizmo]
camoed out in the woods, b*tch, i’m creepin’ on them deer
i’ll k!ll these rappers, eat their flesh and drink their blood up like some beer
dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good
you’re taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (okay)
camoed out in the woods, b*tch, i’m creepin’ on them deer
i’ll k!ll these rappers, eat their flesh and drink their blood up like some beer
dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good
you’re taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (b*tch)
[verse 1: gizmo]
i love murder, i’m an addict (uhuh), i’ll k!ll the game and stab it
after it’s wrapped up in plastic (oh no), then like a blunt, i pass it
sea salt, then i like, i trap it, i like money, i stack it
i like the sound, it’s fantastic, of human bone when i crack it
p*ssy motherf*cker want a knife in his neck
i don’t want to get you with the pipe, dissect
cut a motherf*cker up with a scythe in the chest
too deep in the dirt, now you turnt, let ’em rest
you a dumb f*ck, don’t try me, b*tch
i’ma kick you in the face, then i’ll roll you in a ditch
big blade stuck in your tummy, don’t flinch
i’ma gut every inch ’til your torso split (okay)
[chorus: gizmo]
camoed out in the woods, b*tch, i’m creepin’ on them deer
i’ll k!ll these rappers, eat their flesh and drink their blood up like some beer
dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good
you’re taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (okay)
camoed out in the woods, b*tch, i’m creepin’ on them deer
i’ll k!ll these rappers, eat their flesh and drink their blood up like some beer
dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good
you’re taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (b*tch)
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
kick in the door and i turned the stove on
i’ve been trapping so hard for so long
me and gizmo huntin’ ’til the sun go down
me and gizmo like the .308 winchester and .308 winchester round
if a tree falls, does it make a sound?
if i shoot in the woods and you fall, will you make a sound?
not talkin’ money? don’t come near me
bl[?] means you’re gonna die
your whole family could die, whole block could die
k!ll you, bring you back alive so you die again
i will k!ll you and all your friends
wrist icy like jerry & ben
the police don’t know where i’ve been
f*ck with me, n*ggas never see you again
crazy ass watch on my wrist like ben 10
f*ck with me, you turn into an artefact
i will k!ll a n*gga, that’s a fact
k!ll a n*gga in a new york fitted*cap
jump on a table like bobby shmurda
f*ck with me, i will commit murder
my big*ass hand will slap a n*gga across his face
stand in front ya house and shoot it up
stand across the street from your house and shoot it up
[chorus: gizmo]
camoed out in the woods, b*tch, i’m creepin’ on them deer
i’ll k!ll these rappers, eat their flesh and drink their blood up like some beer
dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good
you’re taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (okay)
camoed out in the woods, b*tch, i’m creepin’ on them deer
i’ll k!ll these rappers, eat their flesh and drink their blood up like some beer
dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good
you’re taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (lil’ b*tch)
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