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Creepshow Video (MV)




Performed By: Domo Genesis
Featuring: King Chip, IDK
Length: 2:21
Written by: Dominique Marquis Cole




Domo Genesis - Creepshow Lyrics
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[ Featuring King Chip, IDK ]

I might just pull up on your bitch for the hell of it
Speaking of hell I told my pastor I was celibate
But celebrated last night after f*ckin' a bad dike
She rode my dick until she lost a wheel just like a bad bike
Pray 'cause that ain't God like (God like)
I smell pussy, you niggas Ja like
And I don't mean the DMV talk I mean a nigga with the Cookie Monster sound bite
Which nobody accepted that his singing didn't sound right
He's still a legend though
Is Ashanti still fine or is she very, very old?
You never f*ckin' know
Some women age like J.Lo or age like Whoopie Gold, again you never f*ckin' know
So I'ma keep it on my toes and never wife no ho
Jump on my stick like a motherf*ckin' Pogo
This shit that I spit could drench the f*ckin' ozone
They don't get it, they don't get it
They motherf*ckin' dodos
I'm with my nigga Domo, he's more West Coast than lo-lo
Sittin' on 64's
He got like 64 reasons to give you lyrical fo-fo
I'm in an M-Beam, a normal Beamer is a no-no
You say you got a foreign, but your foreign is a Volvo

This is what you f*ckin' like, shit I keep you up at night
This is what you wanted right?
Never in your f*ckin' life
I'm scared off of no shit talkin'
A SIG choppin' your wig I got that slick talkin'
Get your f*ckin' skin crawling
'Til death, destined to live
After revenge often
My heart black as a lit cig, the wrist flick killin' all in spite
Of a nigga just on some sick shit
I scrambled all of my life on some Michael Vick shit
I fled prolly tryna keep the Feds off me
Take it to the head like I'm tryin' dead a zombie
Lookin' half dead in the telly lobby
But I tell 'em don't you put that f*ckin' evil on me Ricky Bobby
I'm a f*ckin' fright-fair, a walkin' nightmare
Don't you ever go to sleep, bitch, I'm comin' right there
Energy is different, feel it in the night air
I'm a dirty motherf*cker in some ugly Nike Airs, like

Somebody watchin' every minute
I can feel somebody watchin' every minute
Every minute, ever minute, every minute, every minute
Walkin' to my car I'm feelin' timid
I think there's somethin' lookin' at me every minute
Every minute, ever minute, every minute, every minute
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I might just pull up on your bitch for the hell of it
Speaking of hell I told my pastor I was celibate
But celebrated last night after f*ckin' a bad dike
She rode my dick until she lost a wheel just like a bad bike
Pray 'cause that ain't God like (God like)
I smell pussy, you niggas Ja like
And I don't mean the DMV talk I mean a nigga with the Cookie Monster sound bite
Which nobody accepted that his singing didn't sound right
He's still a legend though
Is Ashanti still fine or is she very, very old?
You never f*ckin' know
Some women age like J.Lo or age like Whoopie Gold, again you never f*ckin' know
So I'ma keep it on my toes and never wife no ho
Jump on my stick like a motherf*ckin' Pogo
This shit that I spit could drench the f*ckin' ozone
They don't get it, they don't get it
They motherf*ckin' dodos
I'm with my nigga Domo, he's more West Coast than lo-lo
Sittin' on 64's
He got like 64 reasons to give you lyrical fo-fo
I'm in an M-Beam, a normal Beamer is a no-no
You say you got a foreign, but your foreign is a Volvo

This is what you f*ckin' like, shit I keep you up at night
This is what you wanted right?
Never in your f*ckin' life
I'm scared off of no shit talkin'
A SIG choppin' your wig I got that slick talkin'
Get your f*ckin' skin crawling
'Til death, destined to live
After revenge often
My heart black as a lit cig, the wrist flick killin' all in spite
Of a nigga just on some sick shit
I scrambled all of my life on some Michael Vick shit
I fled prolly tryna keep the Feds off me
Take it to the head like I'm tryin' dead a zombie
Lookin' half dead in the telly lobby
But I tell 'em don't you put that f*ckin' evil on me Ricky Bobby
I'm a f*ckin' fright-fair, a walkin' nightmare
Don't you ever go to sleep, bitch, I'm comin' right there
Energy is different, feel it in the night air
I'm a dirty motherf*cker in some ugly Nike Airs, like

Somebody watchin' every minute
I can feel somebody watchin' every minute
Every minute, ever minute, every minute, every minute
Walkin' to my car I'm feelin' timid
I think there's somethin' lookin' at me every minute
Every minute, ever minute, every minute, every minute
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Writer: Dominique Marquis Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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