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PERFORMING ARTISTS
TurnCoat Dirty
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Hutto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Producer
歌詞
Put my faith in the Rugers and Benellis
Hail Mary, all abusers get Fiocchis through they bellies
Turn intestines into jelly when that spray come out the toaster
They survive it, I am ready with that Colt inside the holster
There's no redemption for the scum of The Earth
Nobody's saving all these bitches like they comin' to church
I'm on the job and punchin' clocks, about to come with the work
You gonna find 'em in a box if I get done with 'em first (Nah!)
It ain't no games, I'm puttin' ghosts in the graveyard
Y'all never seein' Heaven 'cause you confessed and you prayed hard (Prayed hard)
It's straight to Hell and there ain't no passing go
And if your name is on the shell then ho then your ass will know it
War Journal, day one, gotta let 'em know
I got plenty rounds to go around and I'ma let 'em go
War Journal, day two, it's a massacre
Them bastards want a head, I'm 'bout to give 'em what they asking for
We got a problem? Well I'm here to resolve 'em
With this thirty lined up in the column (Lined up in a column)
If y'all don't hear me, let me turn up the volume
I got homies, motherfucker, we mobbin'
Motherfucker we mobbin'
Motherfucker we mobbin'
Motherfucker we mobbin'
Prey on all these suckers, I ain't givin' no sympathy
So fuck 'em if they suffer, they ain't gettin' that shit from me
No patience or complacence if you feed on the innocent
No need for conversation, I ain't givin' no benefit
It Turn Dirty and I'm back with a vengeance
And that shit ain't gon' be pretty if I'm passing the sentence
So I'm hoping that you heard me if your ass in attendance
'Cause you sooner gon' be burnin', soaked in gas when I'm finished
Like The Punisher, I Frank Castle them bastards
Turn they ashes into ash, don't need to hassle the pastor
Put 'em all out to pasture, have 'em feedin' the cow
Send 'em up with the rapture, now they seedin' the clouds (The clouds)
War Journal, day one, gotta let 'em know
I got plenty rounds to go around and I'ma let 'em go
War Journal, day two, it's a massacre
Them bastards want a head, I'm 'bout to give 'em what they asking for
We got a problem? Well I'm here to resolve 'em
With this thirty lined up in the column (Lined up in a column)
If y'all don't hear me, let me turn up the volume
I got homies, motherfucker, we mobbin'
Motherfucker we mobbin'
Motherfucker we mobbin'
Written by: David Hutto
