Mr Coathanger - Bruise Clues (Prod. Galactodactyl) lyrics

[INTRO] Yeaahh Nahhh, f** I need poppers Ye, I love this beat Yo Galactodactyl, wa**up [VERSE 1: JESSE TURVEY] This the type sh** that be bringing out my dark side I'm living in a place where there's never any sunshine Where murderous thoughts and lingering plots are on the daily Preventing myself from k**ing myself and k**ing off innocent babies Complacent invasion of ignorant crazies I'm a sick a mother f**er bet my middle name is Rabies Yo b**h gotta fix that vocabulary, No maybes I got a green belt and I got a red belt Need a brown belt, I don't want babies.. Ain't that some sh**, ain't that b**h I don't really give f** I'll strap yo kid In the middle of the summer with a heater, believe it, not dreaming I'm a get a little bit lucid b**h Confused as sh** I'm a get a little more drunk than cruise this b**h You lose your sh** and lose your kid You're bruises blue like clues and sh** [HOOK x2] Popper gang, b**h we do the proper thang Your b**h about to make me cum You better stop her mang Cause we the Popper gang We do the proper thang Your f**ing b**h about to make me cum You better stop her mang [VERSE 2: MR COATHANGER] Everybody everywhere is running for the underground Popper Gang is coming so now you can see the thunder cloud Unload the whole clip and load it up with another round Bang, Bang, Bang! And people are falling to the ground Mother f**er I'm amazing Catch me over here blazing The mother f**er replacing all of the faces Rearranging everything in your place For the sake that you think that you're going insane You making mistakes so I'm taking your place You should see the f**ing look on your face Keep a b**h with a mother f**in' tool on her waist Not a b**h face down in a pool, that's a waste Ya I could probably k** a kid But everybody think that I already did You ain't gonna stop sh** You trying to stop this Everybody just chill, everybody get real We coming and we ain't making no deals Ya we taking your meals Now tell me how that feel You all up in my grill ? Than my boys gonna take you to the river And they cutting out your liver Now you floatin' up the river Cold water make you shiver Now you thinking that it's Winter I'm a mother f**in' winner I don't even rock spinners Deliver cynical lyric You hear it, don't even come near it You gonna fear to the to the point that you ain't even coherent b*tch… [HOOK x4] Popper gang, b**h we do the proper thang Your b**h about to make me cum You better stop her mang Cause we the Popper gang We do the proper thang Your f**ing b**h about to make me cum You better stop her mang