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100 corpses - undagroundmane lyrics

[intro]
ridin’ in a truck, drinkin’ yeah, just laid up a sack
it was ringing like a phone, ’cause we got the pumpy back
early in the morning, grab my gizak out the f*ckin’ shelf
runnin’ down the steps, i’m about to take some busters ’til they dip
ridin’ in a truck, drinkin’ yeah, just laid up a sack
ridin’ in a truck, drinkin’ yeah, just laid up a sack
early in the morning, grab my gizak out the f*ckin’ shelf
early in the morning, grab my gizak out the f*ckin’ shelf

[verse 1: undagroundmane]
what i’m in a six foot grave, manifest that godd*mn hate
k!ll a cop that won’t make change, make that thug that be a brain
that ride that lightning all the way, earned this thang for today
in the head, don’t you know i’m creeping death
i’m a king up in this b*tch, these rappers spit the same sh*t
see the k!ll up in my face, wanna see my f*cking blade
a true menace for my pain, i’m a crazy butcher man
see the cuts up on your face, crime scene
murder case, a hundred corpses shall remain
came up out the dungeon, f*cked up, i burn your skin
in the night, tough luck, got my demon sh*t
all day, never time to brain
making money like it’s nothing, searching for another victim
i’m in like sleep, won’t know what hit ’em
devastate, you feel my wrath
in the pit, i burn your ass
hope you know it’s my life
my weight can’t stop, i won’t stop
i’m in the cave, six months
all i need, i’m making money, can’t you see?
[refren]
ridin’ in a truck, drinkin’ yeah, just laid up a sack
it was ringing like a phone, ’cause we got the pumpy back
early in the morning, grab my gizak out the f*ckin’ shelf
runnin’ down the steps, i’m about to take some busters ’til they dip

[verse 2: sxmpra]
p*ssy ass, i’m on ten toes with the flow, b*tch
i’ma beat the motherf*ckin’ records with the whole clip
gripping up tonight for everything, trying to not to float
i got my brothers in the back and every one of them is cold as sh*t
with the quickness, ready when i’m ready
this f*ck that b*tch, you don’t really wanna witness
but i got his tone like a f*ck f*ck with a bell hose
and i can’t get a hit list
i did this, feel so vintage
been with a f*cker with a bad little mistress
can’t hit these homies
we ain’t ready to admit i’m in a way too good place
got the haters trying to f*ck with me
they standing frontin’ at the f*ck, i’m getting bucked
you see, i do my thing, i put that numbers coming up for free
these rappers waiting for a hand to tug ’em up, ya leech
uh, creeping up out of the dungeon
these f*ckers be running up, got a no p*ssy, so fun
i am the infinite, stirring up, ripping the drip
and the f*ckers is one by the one
sitting in the back [?]
but my thank you p*ssy boys will be my sons
[outro]
ridin’ in a truck, drinkin’ yeah, just laid up a sack
it was ringing like a phone, ’cause we got the pumpy back
early in the morning, grab my gizak out the f*ckin’ shelf
runnin’ down the steps, i’m about to take some busters ’til they dip

- undagroundmane lyrics

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