Christmas Memphis Beat Memphis Cult

[Intro]
Niggas betta watch this mane, when I'm in that steama thang
Smokin' on that fuckin' blunt
Sippin' on that fucking Tanq
Tanq is in my fuckin' lungs, now I gotta pop a bitch
Leave him in a bloody mess, killa Corb gonna make a trick
Just like when he fuck with me, 'cause I'ma make him wonder
If Lil Corb gon' take him under, underworld that fire gutter
Burnin' motherfuckin' flesh, can't you see I'm merciless?
Come back from the underworld, searching so I will suggest

[Hook]
Shut ya mouth, bitch, shut ya mouth, bitch
Shut ya mouth, bitch, shut ya mouth, bitch
Shut ya mouth, bitch, shut ya mouth, bitch
Shut ya mouth, bitch, shut ya mouth, bitch

[Verse]
That you try to run and hide, 'cause you cannot get no higher
Than them [?] fire, man you bitches gonna cry
Cry to yo mama who you never gonna see again
Sacrifice your life to hell 'cause you gon' meet my dеadly friend
In this life I will prevail, poppin' lеad into yo dome
Killa from the northside so you bitches got to bring it on
I'm a hustler 'bout my hustle bust it down with SCP
Smokin' city playas makin' sales do you want some of these
Automatic rounds 'cause you ain't down with this real shit
[?] wishin' fuck with this pimpin', they trippin' gettin' they wig split
Drank some beer, smoke some pure, hellafied full of funk
Young nigga grill on the real, I get super crunk
In the car, in the club, it don't matter, I'm so high
Some call it onion, call it sknion, I just call it fry