Sludge
A little louder
One of these ones yeah
Ain't no safety in the gutter baby
Ain't no home to lock up tight
They might put you in a box
They might leave you out of sight
If I took away those vices ain't no person left behind
Ain't no words that you can say the detonation is alive
I said it's three two one
The circuits gets connected
The bodies feel the impact
It's quickly separated
A gun at the bodega is financial education
When I see my reflection I feel hated
I feel hate inside my tiny rotten stomach
When it's bloated from neglect
I pull my shit together stitch my body to my neck
I'm feeling so expired more than tired I'm a wreck
But your girl still tryna come and have my kids
Hah
I'm the tube on your exhaust
Leading straight into the window pane
The metal in your mouth
When the moneys owed but never came
I'm every face that's ever been plastered on the Carton
The bomb under the bridge
The business gone to arson
The prison when it riots
The sick when they start coughing
The bullet in the chamber
Shit I'm bodies in the coffin
The rubber on the spike trap
The fruit after they rotten
A bastard to my father to the state I'm just a toxin
In the state of mind of stuck in I say fuck it I say run it
I say bullets need they targets
Just like fingers need they mother fucking puppets
We not talking about discussion
When I say run your pockets I need panic when you rummage
I say fuck it
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
Ain't no promise for the present so I'm hanging off a precipice
Santa flying over and he's dropping off the sedatives
Ready when
Ammo fuel the tank inside the ready whip
Hurry is you getting in?
Bitch we strictly headed where the fetti is
Hit the scene fresher than an addict finally getting clean
Feel the breeze like it's cold water mixing Listerine
Still a fiend
Want it then I get it all by any means
Triple Beam
Ready any minute like a kid cuisine
Hit the turf
Smoke a couple smurfs
Then I turn to Kirk
Simple work
Breaking down this bitch until it's middle earth
Yeah for sure
Weapon with a curse
Feel the handle jerk
Hit the terps
Then we go berserk
It's a red alert
Quick report
Then I hit the port
Like I'm headed north
A L A Sniping with a K
Never come up short
Took a couple L's for the hell
I was growing bored
Never get enough just like a fat kid always wanting more
All facade is just what they are
Keep on playing hard
Play your cards
They deserve applause
Piece they faith apart
Get them gone
If you feeling shook, you should pray to god
Forty Four
I just let it talk with the safety off
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
If a big red devil
With big teeth and claws comes to you and tries to
Squeeze you in its jaws, just light it up and say smile
One of these ones yeah
Ain't no safety in the gutter baby
Ain't no home to lock up tight
They might put you in a box
They might leave you out of sight
If I took away those vices ain't no person left behind
Ain't no words that you can say the detonation is alive
I said it's three two one
The circuits gets connected
The bodies feel the impact
It's quickly separated
A gun at the bodega is financial education
When I see my reflection I feel hated
I feel hate inside my tiny rotten stomach
When it's bloated from neglect
I pull my shit together stitch my body to my neck
I'm feeling so expired more than tired I'm a wreck
But your girl still tryna come and have my kids
Hah
I'm the tube on your exhaust
Leading straight into the window pane
The metal in your mouth
When the moneys owed but never came
I'm every face that's ever been plastered on the Carton
The bomb under the bridge
The business gone to arson
The prison when it riots
The sick when they start coughing
The bullet in the chamber
Shit I'm bodies in the coffin
The rubber on the spike trap
The fruit after they rotten
A bastard to my father to the state I'm just a toxin
In the state of mind of stuck in I say fuck it I say run it
I say bullets need they targets
Just like fingers need they mother fucking puppets
We not talking about discussion
When I say run your pockets I need panic when you rummage
I say fuck it
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
Ain't no promise for the present so I'm hanging off a precipice
Santa flying over and he's dropping off the sedatives
Ready when
Ammo fuel the tank inside the ready whip
Hurry is you getting in?
Bitch we strictly headed where the fetti is
Hit the scene fresher than an addict finally getting clean
Feel the breeze like it's cold water mixing Listerine
Still a fiend
Want it then I get it all by any means
Triple Beam
Ready any minute like a kid cuisine
Hit the turf
Smoke a couple smurfs
Then I turn to Kirk
Simple work
Breaking down this bitch until it's middle earth
Yeah for sure
Weapon with a curse
Feel the handle jerk
Hit the terps
Then we go berserk
It's a red alert
Quick report
Then I hit the port
Like I'm headed north
A L A Sniping with a K
Never come up short
Took a couple L's for the hell
I was growing bored
Never get enough just like a fat kid always wanting more
All facade is just what they are
Keep on playing hard
Play your cards
They deserve applause
Piece they faith apart
Get them gone
If you feeling shook, you should pray to god
Forty Four
I just let it talk with the safety off
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
If a big red devil
With big teeth and claws comes to you and tries to
Squeeze you in its jaws, just light it up and say smile
Credits
Writer(s): Gullyspit, Jae Alaska, Jake Macdonald
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