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death certificate - illtrix lyrics

[intro: doc gruesome]
yeah! ayy!

[chorus: doc gruesome]
makin’ money off of murder, give a f*ck ’bout what the rest say
layin’ on our table with a hole up in your chest place
clean up on your block, out the window, let the tec spray
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day

[post*chorus: doc gruesome]
on your death day, on your death day
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day
on your death day, on your death day
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
ayy!
swervin’ down your block, out the window go the chop
manyak pass me the blunt, your time tickin’ out the clock
i’ma f*ck around and black the whole sun up out thе sky
sign my name in blood so many times i’m ’bout to bleed me dry
ignorant thе serpentine, i’m off that wock, go watch me lean
grippin’ my glock, you see the beam, i keep it rockin’ with the team
b*tch it’s cerberus, s’laughter visions, know we stay down (stay down)
anyone who disagree, they be laying underground
ask anybody in your town, they say that cerberus the sh*t
flippin’ verses like they junkies, got ’em fiendin’ for that sh*t
watch me dip on a b*tch, sign the ‘cate, then i f*ck it up
zips on my hip, roll it all up in a f*ckin’ blunt
[chorus: doc gruesome]
makin’ money off of murder, give a f*ck ’bout what the rest say
layin’ on our table with a hole up in your chest place
clean up on your block, out the window, let the tec spray
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day

[verse 2: lil manyak]
jump on the clique, we don’t say no sh*t
h*llhounds holdin’ hollow tips, now you in the mortician’s grips
and you ain’t goin’ anywhere, this the day that you perished and yeah, n0body cares
it sucks for you and everyone that you thought you knew
that they give a f*ck less about what happens soon
your body, it was sighted underneath the bridge
right across the truckee river, now you’re missin’ eyelids
organs are fallin’ out but fillin’ up your mouth (mouth)
you wonder how it went south, the west is all about
you were picked by me, i have the best of intentions
so much blood on the floor, now i have your attention

[chorus: doc gruesome]
ayy!makin’ money off of murder, give a f*ck ’bout what the rest say
layin’ on our table with a hole up in your chest place
clean up on your block, out the window, let the tec spray
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day
[post*chorus: doc gruesome]
on your death day, on your death day
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day
on your death day, on your death day
sign that paper for your people dated on your death day

- illtrix lyrics

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