Gore Elohim - Dopesick lyrics

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Gore Elohim - Dopesick lyrics

(Necro) Hey yo Gore why you foul and carry bombs on your seat? (Goretex) f** the world I'm all about cash you are what you eat (Necro) Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat? (Goretex) So the effects in 3d when I splatter your beak (Goretex) I use your moms for drug runs in your pops truck Chopped up 2 in the belly smellin' like rock She tried to cook it up The most depraved you playin' toast to a pope with AIDS Permanent fades the surgical ones murderous ones Made you a zombie syringe in your cap and your froze You came in the lab and got turned down like Natalie Cole The ma**acre works for traffic and dirt the capital squirts Y'all needs some agents cats is really actors at birth The Glenwood anthem nappy style cracked in the knees 20 deep stayin' thugged out like Reggae hot beats 'Cause yall some broke wrist, rockin' tight suits and gloves And you got b**h tits bigger then Bob from Fight Club Get knifed up your whole life's done media chance Ziti in clams show money key in advance Gore's back for war now you got a reason to dance f*ggots head cap be turned out to candy a** yams Chorus x2 (Goretex) I'm like the new Belushi thick s*uts to young groupies Knew this white b**h who used to smoke crack and loved roofies Stuck a fork in her pumpin' Manowar restraining order Stalkin' Mandy Moore grammy style hit when I came off the tour Some Amyl Nitrates we call 'em poppers for short Rehab for quitters ballin' ain't no stoppin' the sport Rock the advance I cop the who*e house in the loose figaro With narcoleps and tourettes b**hes like Deuce Biggelow Off flavor contortions daughters and mothers often From here to Portland morphine shots to teen abortions Gore's law get checked in the sonogram Certified specialized in the perks of mammograms Run up in your mansion organized like we the Mansons My life's a snuff flick cut in with thug and drug anthems Get your wig pushed back hair plugs like Ted Danson Some uptown rush for dust blunts and fresh Branson Blow off your sh** holdin' your clit panties pissed Confused cats tuck it under eager to switch Beavers to stitch the secret you the tranny rapper prolly a b**h Seein' your whole click sewin' ya lips Chorus x2