a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

slow death - slug † christ lyrics

[verse 1: slug christ]
trappin’ crows
tie ’em up
keep ’em low
talkin’ bout ya f-ckin’ sobbin’
you can die slow
inhale the fumes
hold it ’til the blue note
misadvisin’ common sense
i’mma probly die slow
rot until that sh-t give way
them waves slow down and fade away
hall and oats my b-tch and me
we dyin’ slow and comfortably
apparently these little f-cks wanna know how christ go
well b-tch if it’s beef then i’m sendin’ both heaven and h-ll to yo door all that i know
i’mma pin ya down
nail ya body to the ground
then i’ll slowly slowly slowly dissect ya f-ck around
dyin’ like i’m workin’ in a f-ckin’ cubicle
slug slow, chain smoke, like disease and old folks hoe

[hook: slug christ]
out the womb
couple breathes
we gon’ die a slow death
idle flame
on deck
we gon’ die a slow death

[verse 2: oskar frida]
drippin’ sheets watch that life fluid f-ckin’ leak
a crimson sea with your -ss nailed to a f-ckin’ tree
you’re soakin’ up heat with your skin rippin’ and peelin’ through steam
your breath is now slowin’ your visions now fadin’ now f-ckin’ speak
i’ll tell you these last words you’ll neaver hear again
before that happens you’re finna see your life end
your heart is turnin’ white your tears no longer shed
this process takes much longer than a bullet to the f-ckin’ head
your final last breath and your words that will never be f-ckin’ said
makin’ them stangs and be slangin’ them thangs like they were somethangs that be fadin’ in red
duckin’ and dodgin’ them morals and manifestin’
yourself just to be lost and mislead
runnin’ and runnin’ your entire life guarantee
you’ll be endin’ up f-ckin’ dead

[hook: slug christ]
out the womb
couple breathes
we gon’ die a slow death
idle flame
on deck
we gon’ die a slow death

- slug † christ lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular