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ouija macc - bitch, you're dead* (snippet) lyrics
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[intro]
devereaux
[?]
[verse 1: ouija macc]
heard that you was talkin’, homie, thought i never knew
but the streets don’t only listen, they be talkin’ to me too
slither through my bag and i’ma chop a snake in two
[and the cattle?] with the savages, we calculating doom
jump out the tomb, i’ma just follow the moon
well look at that, that sh_t just led me to you (b_tch)
you lied to my face, now you gon’ lie in a stew
my hatchet sw_ng in america, china gon’ get a monsoon
all at your neck, it’s got the b_tterfly in the effect
spineless caterpillar bl__dy shower ‘causе the tub fill and you slip
toaster in it ’til they short thе power ’cause they gotta be [?] spit
this for the maggots without any loyalty, the wagons have come to collect
[verse 2: violent j]
tell me, what’s it like to be dead?
can you smell your rotting lips?
is it a trick when your skin rips?
does your dark sun stay eclipsed?
speedball, ninja, f_ck your health
blaze up and cremate yourself
bonfire in your backyard, stick your ash in a jar
now you on that shelf
your heart’s beatin’, stuck in place
eyes witherin’ in your face
what’s that view like? how’s it taste
when your tongue disintegrates?
and when you’re dead, watch it hangin’ out
is it the maggots in your mouth?
can’t taste them squirmin’ about
i bet they like how you taste, no doubt
follow me, boy, does it suck to be dead?
them hollow_points bucked in your head
is it weird when the brains in your cranium spread
all over your truck instead?
and my pit bull atari fed
on a dead redneck inbred
your bad karma came callin’, it was appallin’
and dreadful, that’s all you bled
i love watchin’ you crawl in bed
thinkin’ i give a f_ck, all misled
made me laugh so hard that my f_ckin’ gat discharged
and dumped all its lead
and i blew your skull to shreds
and i’m takin’ all the cred
like you did so many others, now it’s your mother’s turn
to get to call you dead
[chorus: violent j]
b_tch, you’re dead
[?]
dead
[?]
[verse 3: ouija macc]
i’m up in the block and let the glock pop
home sw_ngin’ hatchet [?] drop top
if your window [?]
you dead in the ground where don’t n0body hop out
blood on my diamonds and [?]
k!lla got something to [?]
mob out on a motherf_cker ’cause i tied him to the bumper
[?] rip a sucker arms out
hatchet blade all in your sphincter
i make it spray like a sprinkler
find me a s_xual predator
then give that trigger the finger
never been much of a thinker
murder make me a believer
karma be workin’ to juggalos
let all them other hoes be the receiver
[verse 4: violent j]
hong kong chop suey, boing boing
the duke is froot loop screwy (why?)
your boy huey lewis spread the news
that my d_ck splooge was gooey
i nutted on your b_tch face, where was you?
gone without a sl!ck trace, what a waste
d_ck tracy couldn’t find ya
’cause you’re dead and gone, let me remind ya
[cavalier?] dogs led by a rover
them mutts turned every leaf over
[k!ller_ass cobain was like you?], he had everything banged up
above his shoulders
check the moon and search with the hubble
[?] had to burst they bubble
chillin’ checked up back of the he_rs_, or just ask lurch
you was in worse than trouble
you was all submerged in the rubble
six feet deep, [?] six feet deep double
as dead as a dead man’s d_ck hole
buried where? who knows? so f_ck your show
[chorus: violent j]
b_tch, you’re dead
[?]
dead
[?]
b_tch, you’re dead
[?]
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