Budd Dwyer - Vices lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Chri$t] Swangin' in that '64 Ridin' with a dead ho b**h I'm from that murder block Don't give a f** bout gettin' caught It's time to meet yo maker Undertaker of the murder clan Don't f** with mark a** b**hes Send them off up in a ambulance $chema boys and $uicide co*k it back it's do or die Time to make some momma's cry I fantasize bout homicide Creepin' in the cemetery Knuckin' buckin' with tha Cherry p**y boys don't f** with fairies Blood all on me like I'm Carrie Red rum Red rum Chop his body put him in the bag Murder Murder Every time that '45 blast Lame a** b**hes, I'm the devils ba*tard (When I catch ya mark a** slippin') I'ma blast ya [Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord] Well it's that ammo-dodgin In all camouflage and I'm just flodgin Loafin Smokin Chokin potent in my coffin Loking Toking up I'm coughing Broken Hoping that I'm overdosing Toting Glocks but never poking soaking thots I'm sure you not the b**h I said you was But you still a p**y boy Yusa boy Yusa p**y boy Shout out JGRXXN and them schema boys $uicideboy$ for life *59 and Hustle Family tight f** a copyright I'll let you bite as much as you want Light the blunt Fahrenheit I stunt f**ing stuffing bodies in the trunk and then I f**ing grunt You saying Oddy front because I f**ed your b**h you punk [Verse 3: JGRXXN] See that say n***a say he hard but i don't believe him He so full of bulk, i ain't ever seen him See it's JGRXXN with them $uicideBoy$ And we in that hoop ride We bendin corners mane Bout to make a stang When you see the black rain you gon' feel the pain See you's a p**y boy i took your p**y boy She s**in on my dick while I press record