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 #

morgue - trizz lyrics

[verse 1]:
kicking natural factuals, when i’m rapping to you
a couple of rappers come up missing, like what happened to you
trizz had to do you, and do all the actions you do, call it lyrical voodoo, i’m sad to say we had to lose you
i cause chaos, they it’s not gonna pay off, and i should get a job, live average, and get laid off
f-ck that, i’ve got plans, i’m a dreamer
fantasies of being with an actress, have you seen her?
probably not, because i’m yet to imagine, i also got a girl, she would’ve probably never happened
addicted to the rappin’, like back then crack addicts
tying off in attics, with a bunch of rapping hasbeens
have you ever seen a rapper slit his wrists? no, me either, but i’m looking forward to the experience
don’t trip, i know exactly where my veins are, barely leave a faint scar, laced arm, it ain’t hard
n-ggas panic, getting frantic, when i’m at it thrashing
get lit and split over sh-t, like the blunt we p-ssing
my mind’s gone, and to be honest, yo, i lost it
getting all nauseous and sh-t, feeling car sick
i got words that’ll twist you like a pretzel
dislex you, wreck you, f-ck you up, i bet you
and if i die, bet my life, my soul will get you
sing a la-la bye, so you rest, before he lets you
hit your knees, pray to me, like i’m father
no diss to my god, masha’allah before i bye bye
you n-ggas funny style, so i hit you with the ha-ha
n-gga who you fooling, n-gga sweet, like the na-na
i serve n-ggas like a waitress, you ain’t sh-t
doctor on the floor, i’m a surgeon, losing patience
n-ggas on my d-ck, and i’m losing room for fake sh-t
you kinda late trick, but to looking on the thanks b-tch

[verse 2](jack mushroom):
we unpredictable, y’all flow despicable
b-tch get the principle, wolf gang’s invincible
nuns getting spiritual, asking for a miracle, to stop these kids from getting rowdy, and f-cking physical
fisting pregnant b-tches, ripping out umbilicals
to hang my father, and make my life less miserable
i’m catching ad bodies, snapping eggs like bad blotties
soaring in my bugatti, i stab ? shawty
bury the b-tch sloppy, in a f-cking porta potty, k!lling everybody, wolf jack, sent by illuminati
f-ck being superst-tious, i’m bringing all crucifixes
to h-ll with jesus these triple sixes, on the
odd nemesis of broad triple sixes, you stupid b-tches
wolf gang, f-ck

- trizz lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular