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gangchef slaughterhouse - ruben slikk lyrics

[intro: ruben slikk]
ya n*gga, ya n*gga, ya n*gga (yeah, n*gga)
ya n*gga, ya n*gga, ya n*gga (black n*gga)
ya n*gga, ya n*gga, ya n*gga (smoke gang, trailer park boys)
ya n*gga, ya n*gga, ya n*gga

[chorus: ruben slikk & juicy j & lord infamous]
gangchef slaughterhouse, f*ck you sayin’, ho? (smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip)
one false move i’ll spill yo brains though (scarecrow, i get so c*c*crazy off the bud sac)
drank some water now, can’t complain, ho (smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip)
ain’t no dope i can’t obtain, ho (torture chambers filled with corpses in my bas*m*nt)
g*gangchef slaughterhouse, f*ck you sayin’, ho?
one false move i’ll spill yo brains though
d*drank some water now, can’t complain, ho
ain’t no dope i can’t obtain, ho

[verse: ruben slikk & lord infamous]
slikk is like the dictionary, table of contents of drugs
if you describe it, i can tell you what the f*ck it was
the self*inflicted torture chamber of our carnal sh*ll (torture chambers filled with corpses*)
it must be heroin, you dead inside, you might as well
make a n*gga do the macarena (meex)
wipe my sh*tty booty, sh*tty fingers (yung fishmeex)
bet she suck a n*gga for the twenty (suction)
[?] (b*tch)
got a couple n*ggas and they [?]
k!llin’ n*ggas and they racketeering bangers
welcome to the triple six club house, ho
ain’t ya mammy told ya never talk to strangers?
fast money comin’ in when the boy meets world
speed ball when a n*gga meet topanga
protein shootin’ right up off my d*ck, hold on
and i’m f*ckin’ b*tches rough, gettin’ dangerous
[?] with the crips in charge
[?]
never thought that i could ever get my d*ck this far
sniffin’ blood up out the copper and she think it’s raw
[chorus]
g*g*gangchef slaughterhouse, f*ck you sayin’, ho?
one false move i’ll spill yo brains though
d*drank some water now, can’t complain, ho
ain’t no dope i can’t obtain, ho
g*gangchef slaughterhouse, f*ck you sayin’, ho?
one false move i’ll spill yo brains though
d*drank some water now, can’t complain, ho
ain’t no dope i can’t obtain, ho

[outro: juicy j & lord infamous]
smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip
scarecrow, i get so c*c*crazy off the bud sac
smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip
torture chambers filled with corpses in my bas*m*nt
smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip (dj smokey triple six, b*tch)
scarecrow, i get so c*c*crazy off the bud sac
smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip
torture chambers filled with corpses in my bas*m*nt
smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip
scarecrow, i get so c*c*crazy off the bud sac

- ruben slikk lyrics

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