
Durango ’95 (A Real Horror Show) $uicideboy$
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[Intro: Body Snatchers]
"Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left!
That's right..."
[Chorus: Lil Glock & YUNG CHRIST]
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
(Ah)
Glocks popping, bustas dropping ($UI-$UI), niggas duckin' from this shit
[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Telling me, "grip that fucking gun"
Telling me, "pop that fucking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane—no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death
Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
$uicide's exciting, now see?
"Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left!
That's right..."
[Chorus: Lil Glock & YUNG CHRIST]
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
(Ah)
Glocks popping, bustas dropping ($UI-$UI), niggas duckin' from this shit
[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Telling me, "grip that fucking gun"
Telling me, "pop that fucking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane—no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death
Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
$uicide's exciting, now see?
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