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smile for your autopsy - illtrix lyrics

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[chorus: doc gruesome]
you will find me with the stacks in a pontiac
your f*ckin’ corpse be in the back with a body bag
perky thirties k!llin’ homies like a heart attack
i be listenin’ to me while i bleed out
p*ssies always talkin’ sh*t ’til i get that
busters runnin’ at they mouth, where your head at?
i’ma bust some hollow tips where your head at
dip out, i’ma grind while you bleed out

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
i watch you bleed for f*ckin’ with me
nothing i admit to, guess it wasn’t meant to be
i got this p*ssy on his knees tellin’ me about his kids
but*but he should save it for someone who finna care
i’ma send ’em up to heaven, i’m a ten out of еleven
in a shallow f*ckin’ hole that you could fall in if you stеppin’
and i, i don’t let it get to me, i roll a swisher up
drive by the scene, i’ma trippin’ while they zip you up
sh*t, i beat you up frontin’ like a stickup
thought you had your life ’til i put the f*ckin’ thing up
empty out the clip, had you jumpin’ like a hiccup
should have kept your mouth closed, always chirpin’ like the crickets, now you dead

[chorus: doc gruesome]
you will find me with the stacks in a pontiac
your f*ckin’ corpse be in the back with a body bag
perky thirties k!llin’ homies like a heart attack
i be listenin’ to me while i bleed out
p*ssies always talkin’ sh*t ’til i get that
busters runnin’ at they mouth, where your head at?
i’ma bust some hollow tips where your head at
dip out, i’ma grind while you bleed out
[verse 2: lil manyak]
there’s nothing light, the taste of death
inhale this toxic cloud known as grim reaper’s breath
when i sn*tch your soul, i’ll eat that b*tch whole
conquer every ground that i step on and where i go
ask about us, ho, they all know the name (illtrix)
on the evening news the only way that you came to fame
bullet to the brain and it should be fine
on your back riverdancing breaking every vertebrae in your spine
but it’s too late (too late) to stop your demise
you can tell i ain’t playin’ by the look in my eyes
load up and roll out like some autobots
freeze you like pompeii when you and yours got got

[chorus: doc gruesome]
you will find me with the stacks in a pontiac
your f*ckin’ corpse be in the back with a body bag
perky thirties k!llin’ homies like a heart attack
i be listenin’ to me while i bleed out
p*ssies always talkin’ sh*t ’til i get that
busters runnin’ at they mouth, where your head at?
i’ma bust some hollow tips where your head at
dip out, i’ma grind while you bleed out

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