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get mine (got morbid remix) - morbid clique lyrics

[chorus: novelty rapps]
every time i go, every time i rhyme
tryna concede to the point that pleas ain’t getting me to what i
seek to find, what i seek to find
every time i go now i’ma get mine

[verse 1: jim jonez]
i conflict the mics in pieces like a bomb victim
should i build a fort with pakistan? it’s got some scar’s in them
you grab the bull by the h*rns, i grab it by the b*lls
i am black tar smack you’re a tylenol
you ain’t tight at all, crash a dining hall with kalashnikov’s
slap your squad, trashing all your classic cars
bet you can beat me? that i doubt, motherf*cker
stick a knife in you, nothing, it goes out in the other
are you quick to grab the hammer?
b*tch, don’t smack my grammar
i f*ck my siblings like i’m a hick from alabama
i’m a viking on the move, no dirеction in my life
feeling frightened by thе truth that i could slit my throat and die
so, when i’m racking up the rhymes and start the rapping with a style
that’s kinda goofy and obscene it makes me happy for a while
f*ck the fans or what they think, i don’t do it for you guys
i’m only doing it for numero uno, and that is i

{verse 2: just x slicce]
yo, this sh*t is getting out of hand (out of hand)
n*ggas coming for my head like i’m affiliated with the taliban
this is as real as it gets (real)
zero debt means that i don’t owe you n*ggas sh*t (owe you nothing)
back to f*cking with the basics (basics)
you moving weight? well, i don’t know what it’s laced with (i don’t know, n*gga)
expecting nothing less than greatness (nothing less)
i need that new tesla, i’m used to riding around in sp*ceships (zoom)
[chorus: novelty rapps]
every time i go, every time i rhyme
tryna concede to the point that pleas ain’t getting me to what i
seek to find, what i seek to find
every time i go now i’ma get mine

[verse 3: erippa]
you only see me when i’m making my presence known (known)
i got you on your heels, spitting it different like the ghost of mister chicken
check the mansion on the hill when you hear my rhyme
thinking of why i’m the real socrates
cuz i flipped the script on this stop*and*go*flow
leaving the rest of the b*tches
dig the ditches for the clique while i’m getting wicked
with the b*tches and i’m not gonna stop until i hit the top
yeah, yeah, erippa, go

[verse 4: charlie lucky]
charlie lucky here, tryna get a f*cking bag
i gots to get mine, i’m tired of wearing rags
i need some riches and some b*tches in my life
no more of this broke sh*t, time to feel my f*cking strife
morbid clique versus grewsum ya heard
another one for the books, yeah, i know it’s absurd
we taking the b*tter, the pitcher, forget it my n*gga, don’t never come back here
just stuck up with that sh*t, we dropping that batter, that liquor, we making ’em feel fear, yo
[chorus: novelty rapps]
every time i go, every time i rhyme
tryna concede to the point that pleas ain’t getting me to what i
seek to find, what i seek to find
every time i go now i’ma get mine

[verse 5: grewsum]
it’s grewsum, you probably heard by now but i’ma change my name
i wish that i could pop my head open and change my brain
i know it’s crazy, but maybe that would make me sane
cuz lacerations to my face is like my favorite game
i need to change a bit, these people round me make me sick
i’m foaming out the mouth on some rabies sh*t like a crazy pit
i’m watching laser discs, smoking on an eighth of piff
on the phone with the neighbor chick knowing she don’t take the d*ck
i’m f*cking weird and i know it
throwing a rave in the cave and we just came to explore it
these people download my sh*t, now i’m a slave to the torrents
i gave my maid an abortion with the blade and some forceps
haha, i’m like a baby but i’m less delicious
i got these stitches in my face and i can’t stop messing with it
i guess that this is proof that i’ve been blessed with inches
because my d*ck is beating up this aggressive midget
it’s grewsum, it’s grew*grew*it’s grewsum (grewsum)

[verse 6: j*dogg]
aye yo, it’s j*dogg, old school, infect affiliate
pr*ne recods, ia boyz, know you feeling it
any beat that i’m presented with, know i’m k!lling it
blood, steady spilling it, liquor, i be swilling it
carving up a corpse, i’m a catastrophe
laugh with me as we find another victim, i’m the last to be
hemmed up by the local p.d
we be sticking pigs, leave ’em holier than swiss cheese…
holier than swiss cheese…
holier than swiss cheese…

- morbid clique lyrics

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