Three 6 Mafia lyrics
Three 6 Mafia lyrics
"Spill My Blood lyrics"
Tortured Skull lyrics
Raging vultures approaching the clearing Forbidden from cultures and ground Striking to kill with power and glory It's pain within pleasure they've found Their fingertips drip with the blood of the foe But grinning, enjoying the sight They slash opposition for minding metallics And scream for their pride and their rights Hammer the walls with the front of your skull Pound ancient stone 'til you tear down the wall Find he who rules and imprison
Raging vultures approaching the clearing Forbidden from cultures and ground Striking to kill with power and glory It's pain within pleasure they've found Their fingertips drip with the blood of the foe But grinning, enjoying the sight They slash opposition for minding metallics And scream for their pride and their rights Hammer the walls with the front of your skull Pound ancient stone 'til you tear down the wall Find he who rules and imprison
[Chorus 1 x1]
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will i leave here with my life my lord
If the law man capture me
[Chorus 2 x1]
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will i live to see the morning sun
If the law man capture me.
[scarecrow]
Lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
Nigga i come from the land down under
Up the from the ground
You don't want to rumble
Or cry round
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down to the trees, packed tight
With two some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop
In fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, i sprinkle rotten flower ped
Deadbeat Moms lyrics
[Violent J] Bitch back up cause your dimmin? my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin? that Your shit loop like a bowl of soup And every time I?m with you, I?m smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I?ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in
als[Violent J] Bitch back up cause your dimmin? my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin? that Your shit loop like a bowl of soup And every time I?m with you, I?m smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I?ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in
Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
Cause lord infamous will gain
A healthy bounty for your head
[dj paul]
I'm wakin' up
Tossin' and turnin'
Like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely i speak, speak
My voice is muffled, muffled
My hands over my face
They done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy
They done shot me
The same fools i done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
One them hoes survived
Now they creeped on me
[crunchy blac]
Fool we got your ass now
So what's up
Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff
Muffled like bag your mouth
Shouldn't of ran your mouth
Talkin' about you gonna creep
While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt
[scarecrow]
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn nigga
[Chorus 1 x1]
[Choru
On The Couch lyrics
Come on baby.. ooh, ooh, ooh Don't make me sleep on the couch No.. No.. No.. Love jones is on the TV again, baby Ooh, I wanna go down south - yeah Come on baby Come on baby Its so undignified to sleep alone O yes it is That's what all the people ain't got nobody do U know they do Talkin' (talkin') on the telephone Don't make me crash Don't U do it baby (Don't U do it, uh-uh) Don't make
2 x2]Come on baby.. ooh, ooh, ooh Don't make me sleep on the couch No.. No.. No.. Love jones is on the TV again, baby Ooh, I wanna go down south - yeah Come on baby Come on baby Its so undignified to sleep alone O yes it is That's what all the people ain't got nobody do U know they do Talkin' (talkin') on the telephone Don't make me crash Don't U do it baby (Don't U do it, uh-uh) Don't make
[gangsta boo]
Ten times out of twelve
Nine times out of ten
Gansta boo is in it to win
Prophet rider till the end
Smokin' weed
Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
Thoughts about a nigga
I remember what that trick had bought
Kept that visine in my purse
Get a rental car from hertz
Call my niggas from the three 6, tell em' about the plan first
Ooh weeee
Can it be, another song we done made
Fakin' on no damn jacks
A bitch gots to get paid
Come on prophets, now it's on
Nigga, it's like that home alone
Like white boy fuckin'
Lets go get this bitch
Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick
Now you know this lady bitch
Swing go gets high
Scott free with your shit
[juicy j]
For all the dirt
That i did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
The Moviegoer lyrics
in hollywood i hear they have a discoteque for dogs and summer camp where you can send your cabbage patch dolls if you would point up at the skyline others will look too you could walk on down the street smilin' to yourself it's hard to get things done with everybody playin' dumb it's hard to get along to get along with you my nextdoor neighbor paints all night and sleeps the day away he visits funerals when he can and crashes parties too my u
Blow you away, leave you out of sightin hollywood i hear they have a discoteque for dogs and summer camp where you can send your cabbage patch dolls if you would point up at the skyline others will look too you could walk on down the street smilin' to yourself it's hard to get things done with everybody playin' dumb it's hard to get along to get along with you my nextdoor neighbor paints all night and sleeps the day away he visits funerals when he can and crashes parties too my u
Search a nigga from the shirt to pants
Nothin' on me
But a sack ass can
Cannon i, with empty shots
Bucket clean
They find a couple of grams
Tons of dope
That that nigga don't know
The juice man
Can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the cuffs
But the nigga didn't go
Broke his throat
With a quick left blow
Now it's on, and the chase begins
Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my trail
And he pickin' up the scent
K-0 cops
Kill a four legged friend
Jump in the lex
Voodoo like a hex
Dog confused, in they mind complex
Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set
Cops on my trail, cause i let you rest
Hop in the car, ran two more blocks
Put in reverse, then i heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred, so i couldn't get popped
Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop
[Chorus1&2...till fade]