[Trap Hou$e $crim:] I got these wicked ways Creeping on a trick Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse Load the clip, wigs I split Infrared in my hand Murder was all on my fucking mind Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine It's that West Bank killer walking around like thriller Chop up the body and bury the brain Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave Tell me where's your God when your trying to get saved Tell me where's your God when your body's full of pain Tell mw where's your God when your body's full of pain?!
I'm gripping and whipping the pistol The mission to make the blood trickle The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
I'm gripping and whipping the pistol The mission to make the blood trickle The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
[Yung Plague:] Black out the sun turning day into night Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it's a knife In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it I sliced 'em, I diced 'em Got blood on my white shirt I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye They heard that I died
Meet me in the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark Meet me in the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
Meet me in the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark Meet me in the graveyard Tombs got my trademark Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed barkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
