
All Dogs Go to Heaven $uicideboy$
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[Intro]
Waitin' for Nick to take my motherfuckin' vocals down
Learn to respect a God damn king! If you are too—
Ha, ha, ha, ooh-ooh
[Verse 1: Yung Christ & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Leave 'em all burning, triple six degrees (Yeah, yeah)
Heard they started hating, wanna murder thee (Murder thee)
Yung Christ turned to Satan, bless the devilish (Yeah, yeah)
Nowadays I get my joy from fucking chasing death (Yeah, yeah)
Mama raised a savage, knew I wasn't average (I wasn't)
Pops seen me coming up, he knew I had the package (Knew I had the package)
Let the 40 kick, drum roll with the sticks (Pum-pum)
Hands will fuck your jaw, know who you fucking with (Woah, woah)
Get the copper, pop a chopper, Dalai Lama (Dalai Lama)
Feel like Silkk the Shocker, I'm a fucking problem (Fucking problem)
Streets call me doctor, screw them then I chop 'em (Kyoom, kyoom)
Two cups, bottle filled with drugs, liver on the rotten (Ah, ah, ah)
Ruger, chopper, Draco, cult around me Waco, yeah
Violence getting louder, projects getting wilder, yeah (Yeah)
When I'm off a Xan I'm quick to shoot the thang (Thang, thang)
Ain't a clock to see, ain't no time for a game (Game, game)
Fuck 'em all, shoot 'em, leave them in the yard (Rah, rah)
Got a bunch of youngins 'round me, take the charge (Rah, rah)
Fuck 'em all, shoot them, leave them in the yard (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bunch of youngins around me, take the charge, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Waitin' for Nick to take my motherfuckin' vocals down
Learn to respect a God damn king! If you are too—
Ha, ha, ha, ooh-ooh
[Verse 1: Yung Christ & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Leave 'em all burning, triple six degrees (Yeah, yeah)
Heard they started hating, wanna murder thee (Murder thee)
Yung Christ turned to Satan, bless the devilish (Yeah, yeah)
Nowadays I get my joy from fucking chasing death (Yeah, yeah)
Mama raised a savage, knew I wasn't average (I wasn't)
Pops seen me coming up, he knew I had the package (Knew I had the package)
Let the 40 kick, drum roll with the sticks (Pum-pum)
Hands will fuck your jaw, know who you fucking with (Woah, woah)
Get the copper, pop a chopper, Dalai Lama (Dalai Lama)
Feel like Silkk the Shocker, I'm a fucking problem (Fucking problem)
Streets call me doctor, screw them then I chop 'em (Kyoom, kyoom)
Two cups, bottle filled with drugs, liver on the rotten (Ah, ah, ah)
Ruger, chopper, Draco, cult around me Waco, yeah
Violence getting louder, projects getting wilder, yeah (Yeah)
When I'm off a Xan I'm quick to shoot the thang (Thang, thang)
Ain't a clock to see, ain't no time for a game (Game, game)
Fuck 'em all, shoot 'em, leave them in the yard (Rah, rah)
Got a bunch of youngins 'round me, take the charge (Rah, rah)
Fuck 'em all, shoot them, leave them in the yard (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bunch of youngins around me, take the charge, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
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