the curse of mack tiger - hooligan chase lyrics
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
mack tiger
’bout to hit the hay
with some b*tch, you call ya’ hoe
you should see ya’ face
look like you just seen a ghost
money don’t mean nothin’, i burn bread until it’s toast
dump me in a lake
time to see if i could float
keep away from chase
seems like everybody knows (good)
monkey wrench the case, i tell fables under oath
right hand on the bible (what’s that sound?)
it’s the revival
holy father, that’s my title
’til my necklace is a rope
jumper baseline
sh*t get wicked with the bassline
waste time
b*tch you know i hate to facetime
play time
i’m a rabid type of canine
i hear whispers through the grapevine
woah, hoe
hypnotize me with her great mind
woah, hoe
f*ck yo’ life, i bet you’d hate mine
woah, hoe
this an episode of dateline
woah, hoe
sh*t all started back in grade nine
once i popped a roxy, too slumped for paparazzi
i could not lift my head up, i’m ’bout to wake the dead up
i used to eat at schlotzsky’s
i f*cked her, then she blocked me
was dolo when we met up, i swore it was a setup
when the plot, thicken up a lot
stickin’ up a shop
gettin’ caught is just not an option, watch out for swat
burnin’ crops
used to play with blocks, now i lay with thots
ain’t no flops
i’m her favorite crotch, let me check my watch
time to crank this up a notch
man in box
carmelita fox, she been hittin’ squats
l!ckin’ chops, bring back nike shox
them hoes know i go down smooth as scotch
blowin’ up my spot, burnt them tater tots
nbk, who’s gon’ f*ck with mickey knox (mickey knox)
brand new deck, pressure wash it, not a splotch (not a splotch)
acid tabs, used to hit like j.j. watt (j.j. watt)
bullet holes, in my brain it look like crocs (look like crocs)
moulin rouge, i’m with bellatrix lestrange
ezra cobb, write me off as just deranged
marble floors, his asylum is insane
tie ’em to the tracks, just in time to catch the train
it’s like 2am
i’m just gettin’ in
got no alibi
cut the lights
you know they be peepin’
would you rather i…
make it known
well, i guess your neighbors know you satisfied
drop a pin
we gon’ be in orbit like a satellite
nymphos and necros
foxy stilettos
no words except fo’
she said so
down in my dungeon, they scream, and it echo’s
(it echo’s, it echo’s, it echo’s)
i’m cursed, i’m cursed
he’s cursed, he’s cursed
i’m cursed, i’m cursed
he’s cursed, he’s cursed
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