20th CENTURION $uicideboy$ & Germ
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[Chorus: Buckshot]
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
[Verse 1: BIG GRIEVE]
Make a punk bitch bite the curb, American History X
Burning churches 'til they dirt, walk off then throw up the set
Just another Sunday purge, I'm ISIS with blades and a neck
Throw his body to the herd, this what happens when you flex
Fuckboy, I laced your mama drink with LSD
Gave your sister mescaline then chased her up and down the street
Never sleep, stay on the creep to kill you sheep
Mark of the beast, walking disease, Hell is my theme
[Chorus: Buckshot & LIL OOZING]
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
[Verse 2: LIL OOZING]
Get me a cigarette, my nerves is bad
What the fuck your name is, boy? I never heard of that
Germ is back in the N.O., we made a murder pack
She let out a nervous laugh
Swimmin' in the deep like, "Where the surface at?"
Make the sign of the cross, and then I'm skrtin' in the church's ash
Let my soul escape, I'm switchin' bodies like a hermit crab
Home is where the dirt is at
Let me circle back to the days when I said, "Fuck the world"
It's still me versus that
Ruby stuntin' like a circus act
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
[Verse 1: BIG GRIEVE]
Make a punk bitch bite the curb, American History X
Burning churches 'til they dirt, walk off then throw up the set
Just another Sunday purge, I'm ISIS with blades and a neck
Throw his body to the herd, this what happens when you flex
Fuckboy, I laced your mama drink with LSD
Gave your sister mescaline then chased her up and down the street
Never sleep, stay on the creep to kill you sheep
Mark of the beast, walking disease, Hell is my theme
[Chorus: Buckshot & LIL OOZING]
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it, all you bitches gonna die
[Verse 2: LIL OOZING]
Get me a cigarette, my nerves is bad
What the fuck your name is, boy? I never heard of that
Germ is back in the N.O., we made a murder pack
She let out a nervous laugh
Swimmin' in the deep like, "Where the surface at?"
Make the sign of the cross, and then I'm skrtin' in the church's ash
Let my soul escape, I'm switchin' bodies like a hermit crab
Home is where the dirt is at
Let me circle back to the days when I said, "Fuck the world"
It's still me versus that
Ruby stuntin' like a circus act
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