The Swedish Rhapsody
2 of hearts
Ace of spades
Boy if you gon pull it out
Then you gon have to spray
Talking out yo pocket
We can send you to your grave
And it's the ordinary
No we not gon' play
I drink the bloody chalice
Complete the sacrifice
I open up my finger
Drop upon the dotted line
I dance around the grave
Police shine their flashing lights
Reaching for the ruger
Dropping off a cold surprise
Who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
I pop the trunk and grab a shovel
show you how it be
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Same fly from the holy book
I got a tech 9 wit my pack of woods
I got a good feeling
But a bad look
And my skin burns
From that powder cook
Aint shit we ain't scared of nothing
Pulled up and they got to running
8 shells and they started stumbling
We left town
And they call it bluffin
Enter the chamber and never be free
Blood on the dagger from cuts on your knees
Familiar faces and murderous cases
The chief of police on executive leave
Moon in the sky with a soul in the ground
Empty the grave and I foam at the mouth
God as my witness, the devil up in it
The faustian bargain that made me aroused
This a body a bag
This a body bag
Its empty so you know
where you gon end up at
Luci keepin tabs
Luci keepin tabs
Mausoleum blues singing to the-
Who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
I pop the trunk and grab a shovel
show you how it be
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Ace of spades
Boy if you gon pull it out
Then you gon have to spray
Talking out yo pocket
We can send you to your grave
And it's the ordinary
No we not gon' play
I drink the bloody chalice
Complete the sacrifice
I open up my finger
Drop upon the dotted line
I dance around the grave
Police shine their flashing lights
Reaching for the ruger
Dropping off a cold surprise
Who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
I pop the trunk and grab a shovel
show you how it be
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Same fly from the holy book
I got a tech 9 wit my pack of woods
I got a good feeling
But a bad look
And my skin burns
From that powder cook
Aint shit we ain't scared of nothing
Pulled up and they got to running
8 shells and they started stumbling
We left town
And they call it bluffin
Enter the chamber and never be free
Blood on the dagger from cuts on your knees
Familiar faces and murderous cases
The chief of police on executive leave
Moon in the sky with a soul in the ground
Empty the grave and I foam at the mouth
God as my witness, the devil up in it
The faustian bargain that made me aroused
This a body a bag
This a body bag
Its empty so you know
where you gon end up at
Luci keepin tabs
Luci keepin tabs
Mausoleum blues singing to the-
Who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
I pop the trunk and grab a shovel
show you how it be
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Yeah who gon fuck with me
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Padilla
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