Тональность: Ab major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Hunnid spokes on the fucking hearse
Bitch I'm cursed
Riding around with a can full of gas
And a match and a mask
Then we stop at the Church
Lighting the front of the
blunt now I'm burnt
Got that work in my trunk
Yeah, that's that bump that you heard
That pussy boy purred when I
Popped him in the head got
blood on my shirt
Yung Plague is the worst
Pulling up on a curb
And then snatch me a purse
And the bitch carrying it
When she ever gonna learn?
Bitch I’m trying to swerve
Something like I got no limbs
Flowing with the dirt middle finger up
Fuck the herd
Verse 2
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Shut the fuck up, bitch
Let me blow down on this Indo
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It's that scarecrow riding solo
Blood dripping down my polo
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It's that dynamite tossing
Sleep up in a coffin
Jeffrey Dahmer with Alzheimer's
Zombies marching right behind us
Creeping, creeping with the hatchet
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All my hoes is ratchet
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Smoking blunts but ain't no passing
Smoking bowls but ain't no packing
Middle finger macking
Dead bodies keep on stacking
Hickory, Dickory, Dock pulling out my Glock
Pull the triggers, bodies drop
Like "pop, pop, pop,
Outro 1
pop!"
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