City Morgue - DIRTNAP Lyrics

Yung Germ
Yeah!

Ready or not, here I come, I got a hazmat (Okay!)
Through your doorknob, spray chemicals on your dad hat (Wassup?)
Choppa soundin' like a drummer boy drummin' (Huh?)
'Til you get in closer, and all them little boys runnin' (Haha)
I'm a Uzi shootin', fade breakin', clutch poppin', headbangin' (Okay!)
Pull up at yo' crib 'cause we 'bout shit, you hear the glass break (Wassup?)
Gracie Academy, triangle choke specialist (Huh?)
Painted in a white face, resemble dead presidents (Haha)

My waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What?)
On my waist, a pole (What?), I take your soul (What?)
I shoot, reload (What?), then count the bullet holes (What? Okay!)

They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)

Two guns, I nickname 'em Mick and Mallory (Boom-boom)
'Fore your body drop I'ma lift ya into gravity (Boom-boom)
Like it's Red Dead Redemption (Sleezy!), got big clip extensions (Boom)
We don't Twitter beef, it's R.I.P, you get the mentions (No, no)
And I can't slow down (F*ck outta here), might flip a whole town
With my big four pound (Pow), staying ten-toes down (Work!)
With my two-shot Derringer (Boom), uwop burnin' up
Know you heard about me, I'm the school cop murderer

They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They want a dirt nap (Okay), they want a dirt nap (Okay)
They wanna die, six feet inside (What? What? What?)
Where coffins lie, six feet inside (What? What? What? What? What?)