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sick gang - first floor (livingdead remix) كلمات أغنية

[intro: johnny (russell streiner) & barbara (judith o’dea)]
well, you used to really be scared here
johnny!
oh, you’re still afraid
stop it now! i mean it!
they’re coming to get you, barbara
stop it! you’re ignorant!
they’re coming for you, barbara
stop it! you’re acting like a child!
they’re coming for you. look! there comes one of them now
he’ll hear you!
here he comes now. i’m getting out of here
johnny!

[bridge: barbara (judith o’dea)]
no! no! no! john!

[verse 1: chxxmpa]
hey yo, the gang goin’ in like a sermon to your subliminal
pick up the mic, i’m ’bout to get sick like your first physical
simple_minded suckеrs get hit like a turn, you’re quick to pull
sl!ck bullеts still in your lungs and your girl can get it too
flippin’ through the script, i’ma k!ll it like i was meant to do
rippin’ you in two like an ape escaped from the freakin’ zoo
stealin’ pills and poppin’ ’em right in front of the pigs
and doin’ cocaine on a coltrane, duckin’ law like i’m invisible
drippin’ like i’m leanin, sippin’ lean with some peace tea
i leave you leakin’, leavin’ red stains on the queen sheets
bleed motherf_cker, stuff a blade in your c3
and cleave you at the neck and stuff your head in the deep freeze
you’ve never met a crew to keep it ill like the black plague
we back, slayin’ all of y’all from cali to [padame?]
actin’ lame will make me snap and slap all your whack face
sick gang, sendin’ rappers down to the bad place
[interlude 1: barbara (judith o’dea)]
oh! no! johnny! help me!

[verse 2: don orias]
we sendin’ rappers down to the bad place
f_ggots are actin’ b_llsy, i guess that i’m ’bout to castrate
real like bangin’ on a keyboard warrior
sn_tch ’em off the computer and beat his ass in a corridor
f_ck sick gang, i am real horrorcore
stabbing b_tches and making ’em swallow chloroform
ayy yo, shut the f_ck up, b_tch
who the f_ck you tryna punk, kid?
when the slugs hit, better duck quick
motherf_cker be up on some punk sh_t
yah! sick gang ain’t nothin’ to f_ck with

[verse 3: sicnoizednice & claas]
sick gang ain’t nothin’ to f_ck with (no)
you catch a toe_tag, we got bodies to fight crips (b_tch!)
and i don’t want your chick, i just give her a dirty talk
that b_tch had five guys before it was a restaurant (ha!)
parents don’t p_ss me off, yo, they get p_ssed off
light enough flames to the sickness, you spit that napalm (sicnoize)
yeah, you know we k!llin’ ’em daily
servin’ the sin with the wicked and crazy
underground has now come to a change
motherf_cker, sick gang!
animal, niagara falls where the bell drop
watch it from the maid of the mist and watch the bodies pop
everybody think they real until we body shop
corpse get picked up and knocked down like jenga blocks (boom!)
this that bomb warfare like a boston marathon
b_tch, i’m the d.o.a.b; daddy of all bombs
creepin’ in your hood with the c4 black timbs (gang)
screamin’ “sick gang ain’t nothin’ to f_ck with” (yeah!)
[verse 4: claas]
sick gang! what you thought it was right now (sick gang)
i’m just a villain on the tracks, you’ll get tied down (hah!)
i’ll leave a body leakin’ from a hole that’s knifed out
so let me go and pull my f_ckin’ d_ck up out your wife’s mouth (let’s go!)
we’re unbelievable, witness the individuals
formin’ the sickest sh_t you’ve ever seen so check the visuals
never needed subliminals, show ’em we on the right track (yeah)
just hang out like jeffrey epstein and i’ll be right back
drown ’em in the waters like little b_tches named bobby (ha!)
check into a hotel, k!ll everyone in the lobby (ha!)
pile up all the bodies, leave ’em there ’til they’re rotting
trecherous is my nature, i’m tryna say that i’m naughty (okay)
and with the shotty, all that you’ll f_ckin’ hear is that _cl!ck_ blow!
run and tell your friends that it’s f_ckin’ sick and that clique’s back (yeah)
we’re some animals, show no mercy even if we tried to
spittin’ sh_t that’s k!llin’ and givin’ music to die to

[verse 5: dieabolik the monster]
slash your throat at the same time that i’m rappin’ to you
body in the acid barrel, they don’t know what happened to you
i take this mic stand, rear back and stab it through you
plus, i speak in tongues like a mu’f_cker practice voodoo
45 on your back like jordan’s game pack
sick gang in this thang, yeah, b_tch, we came back
fist through your forehead, homie, get your brains sn_tched
ain’t n0body f_ckin’ with us and that is plain facts
welcome to the first floor, make the blood squirt more
you speakin’ evil, i’ll answer it like a [slurch?] door
drag ’em through the hall, upto the altar of the church floor
sacrifice the body ’cause that shotty gotta burst more
h_ll and heaven fightin’ in me like a turf war
but i keep on rollin’ a mu’f_ckin’ he_rs_ floor
leave your body with some sh_t you’ll need a nurse for
f_ck a 48, they’ll know i did it in the first four
sick gang

- sick gang

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