City Morgue - 66slavs Lyrics

(Thraxx, yeah)

Wanna break your head across the pavement 'til it's over (okay!)
Wanna be so G.I., 'til you lookin' at a Cobra (what's up?)
Make a nigga disappear just like the Mars Rover (huh?)
Godzilla soldier, listen to what I told you

Like a mosh-pit hit, bust lips with your fists
It's the Morgue Hell clique, triple 6-6-6
Like a mosh-pit hit, bust lips with your fists
It's the Morgue Hell clique, triple 6-6-6

(Mula!) Brings the mops out, I don't leave a mess (no, no)
Need a nigga killed? I'm like Khaled, we the best (boom, boom)
Watch out, heard the opps out (rah)
Got my Glock out, got the stock out (rah)
(Boom) Got the .30 hanging like you locked out (boom)
Chop, chop, get a nigga chopped down (f*ck outta here)
I'm a f*ckin' Rottweiler (sleezy), and you niggas not wild (no, no)
I'ma pop out (skrrt) at your mom's and pop's house (boom)
Soon as they walk out (boom), niggas getting flocked out (boom, boom)

Like a mosh-pit hit, bust lips with your fists
It's the Morgue Hell clique, triple 6-6-6
Like a mosh-pit hit, bust lips with your fists
It's the Morgue Hell clique, triple 6-6-6 (uh)

Bitch, I am a dirt bag, a f*ck-face
Headed right up to the Hell path (yeah)
A war-dog with no water in his blood bath
Break down, shave heads (uh)
Natural selection and wrath (huh?)
Wanna break your head off with a stick, loosen the molars (huh?)
Wanna heat your brain up 'til it's hotter than the solar (uh)
Wanna push your, in the road, that's in a (okay)
Take a couple pictures, save them shits all in a folder

Like a mosh-pit hit, bust lips with your fists
It's the Morgue Hell clique, triple 6-6-6
Like a mosh-pit hit, bust lips with your fists
It's the Morgue Hell clique, triple 6-6-6