Armageddon Lyrics – Dave from the Grave
Singer: Dave from the Grave
Title: Armageddon
You know, when i leave this earth it might be doomsday
b#tch
Uh
Rest in piss cause his piss where he rest in
I won’t answer don’t ask me no questions
I thank got everyday for these blessing’s
And i’m trying not to talk to the devil
He told me not to talk to the reverend
b#tch i put my arm in it, get in
And i turned this sh#t to armageddon
Better watch how you talk to a veteran
I’m a felon, i can’t go on ellen
I got murder all over my mind
Got a young n#gg# feelin’ like melvin
And he think he gon’ murk me
Get hit with this thirty
I’m talkin ’bout curry, no stephen
b#tch i’m talkin’ bout curry, no chefin’
He act dumb i’ma teach ’em a lesson
I need every truck armed that i get in
They gon’ sound them alarms when i get in
Send some holes in them all
We ain’t like ’em at all
So he’s right in the mall where we left ’em
Yea i just married the money
But i still had the streets at my wedding
Cause i married the streets at 11
We got married at 7-eleven
Lil mama said “dave you the shit”
I said shut yo’ mouth b#tch, who the f#ck is you tellin’?
You a snitch, you get stitches for tellin’
And i don’t give a f#ck who you tellin’
And i don’t give a f#ck what you sellin’
I’m the sh#t, i think that’s what i’m smellin’
And they said that who smelled it they dealt it
I’m a problem and i can’t be dealt with
b#tch
Rest in piss cause his piss where he rest in
I won’t answer don’t ask me no questions
I thank got everyday for these blessing’s
And i’m trying not to talk to the devil
He told me not to talk to the reverend
b#tch i put my arm in it, get in
And i turned this sh#t to armageddon
Put your hands in the air like you’re stretchin’
Life’s a gamble so b#tch what you bettin’?
Lord forgive me, i took that boy blessing’s
I ain’t crying’ about it, i’m venting
I ain’t lying, i swear i ain’t flexing
Moving weight, hundred pounds what i’m benching
All this gas in my lungs got me belching
I’m about to go dumber than welvin
Put my golds in my mouth when i f#cked her
She said, “i can’t believe its not butter”
Bro, you let that b#tch come inside of the trap?
Bro, i can’t believe you ain’t f#ckin’
I feel like hugh hef’ with the rubber
I feel like james bond under covers
I feel like kd with the jumper
You would think that i played for the thunder
You know i’m a thug with the gunna
I ran down on that boy, he a runner
Easy lick; he was sweet, he a sucker
He ain’t no fighter, he really a lover
I’m the word on the street
I’m the word on the beat
I’m the word, and that’s word to my mother
You bet’ not say a word to my mother
Or i pop out, like danny with glover’s
b#tch
Rest in piss cause his piss where he rest in
I won’t answer don’t ask me no questions
I thank got everyday for these blessing’s
And i’m trying not to talk to the devil
He told me not to talk to the reverend
b#tch i put my arm in it, get in
And i turned this sh#t to armageddon
Rest in piss cause his piss where he rest in
I won’t answer don’t ask me no questions
I thank got everyday for these blessing’s
And i’m trying not to talk to the devil
He told me not to talk to the reverend
b#tch i put my arm in it, get in
And i turned this sh#t to armageddon
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