Boy in the Box City Morgue

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[Intro]
Yung Germ

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Waitin' for that boy, preparing drop kicks
Light the matches, burning 'em's an option
Niggas put they heads down when I pop in
Can't see where I was like a nigga in the mud
Equivalent to twenty lashes, modern day
Five punches to the face is on your dinner plate
Go into the backyard, nigga, dig your grave
Soften up the dirt, prepare to get murked
Pain, pain, pussy, gangbang
Insane rage, need a pay raise
Sell crack, Xans, fentanyl
Take your drugs, kiddo, they will make you grow up tall
Cigarettes startin' to make a motherfucker cough
Not even my bitch can get a motherfucker off
Pull up to the party, niggas actin' like I'm soft
I'ma stab that nigga 'til they fuckin' pull me off

[Chorus: ZillaKami & SosMula]
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fuckin' black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold (Ah, ah)
Covered up in fuckin' black mold