f#cking Your Culture Lyrics – $UICIDEBOY$
Singer: $UICIDEBOY$
Title: f#cking Your Culture
(It’s a Smash!)
Praise to the devil
You did good $lick
It’s that demented m#th*rf#ck*r, kicking it with my brothers
And repping the 59, you know gray the f#cking color
My gat screaming, “Kill ’em Wetto, hit ’em where they lay!”
Smoking ’em like some mendo, let the pistol up and spray
Never could be f#cked with, my dick they love to suck it
They comin’ and gettin’ seven [?] switch the b#tch like subjects
Put some cotton in ’em make a hoe gеt sentimental like ADIKA dеnim
Ballin’ with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off the Thriller dose
On a f#cking killer dose
Crooked up in the window (Bam)
Ammo with the chemicals, gripping on my genitals, Northside general
Pull up in the Benz “won’t you turn this f#cker cynical”, anyway
Think about the drive-by any day, certified pass-by rolling up that Mary Jane
I might drop 30 like I’m Curry, you know NBA
Talk bout’ Eddie Murry with the stick and let it swing away
Turn to black out, pimpin’ out the crack house
Smacking up all these b#tches filled with hurt [?]
My dick threw her back out
Packet flew her back out
Been running and gunning, f#cking now I’m dripping in the black out
My name is the killer, Northside Gorilla
Mom and dad both fiends, and my ex a pill dealer
Thought I’d keep it realer, there’s no drug I ain’t touched
Best stay out yo’ face, then I best see yo’ place up
Aim with yo’ face up
This Glock with no make up
This weed be for warm-ups, I ain’t even laced up, f#ckboy get your rank up
Robbing and dealing, homicide, swipe swipe, Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die
Ruby giving up in the gizzass, looking like a blizzard
Keepin’ the eye on these snakes in the grass so I move just like a lizard
That one tastes like vanilla, pop the painkillas
Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla
Chicken heads flocking, they think imma quesadilla
Beating up the p#ss#, I must be a lady killer, yeah
Papa Pine
Break yo’ spine, rub her cl#t likes it’s a vibe
Now she asking “What’s my sign?”
So I threw up the 5-9
From the north, on the Seventh Ward, pick the lock on devil’s door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave p#ssies red and sore
Never called her back, she breaking down like metal core
Everybody still my sons like they fiendin’ for repertoire
Check the score, Grey*59 [?]
Roll a blunt so big you’ll have to light it wit’ a torch
Whip look like a bomb, you lost the second World War
Yeah, Ruby such an animal
Seventh ward dragon, when I breathe it’s f#cking flammable
Keep my clique tight and isolated like we cannibals
Spit so many bars you’d think infinity is tangible
All these f#cking chains, you’d think I’m wearing mandibles
Yeah! b#tch, tell me what’s happening
Dick so big I turned her p#ss# to the Grand Canyon
All my haters p#ss#, like I keep on smelling salmon
Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon
Yeah! b#tch, tell me what it is
Wake up with a smile, picking out the right fit
O.J in the morning like I stabbed a white b#tch
Every color in the f#cking rainbow, suck my white dick (White dick)
Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound
Umm, okay so I’ll talk to you later
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