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(Ay, ay, ay, yuh) (Ay, ay) Ei-ei-eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones 40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof) 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof) I lay your teeth on the road Stomp it and take out your soul, soul Eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones 40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof) 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof) I lay your teeth on the road Stomp it and take out your soul, soul (hoof) 40 always fiendin', I'm a demon out the box, box Devil up on my shoulder, leave 'em coughing 'til' they rot Pull up, I'm gon' bring the problem to the motherfuckin' block New strap with a dot, run up on 'em, he get knock-knocked Pull up with a Glock, bump stock for the opps Real talk, motherfucker, bullets take away his thoughts Actin' so soft, so I had to cut 'em off Got the mind up on the money, I could never take a loss, loss 40 alone, where they at? Glock on my body, no rats and I bag 'em, no cap-cap-cap Yuh, slasher his clique, he ain't bout that Holes in his lung make 'em gasp Nova they back, burn 'em up like the sun We gon' run through they home, 'cause I came up from nothin' Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run I won't ever look back, all my scars turning numb, numb Police on me, run off like a rabbit I'm gon' eat it, flush it, here you want it? Have it! Flip the mattress, I'on know what happened "No Your Honor, sorry, I got sober habits" Witchy lurkin', all these artists actin' I came out the dungeon, got my mama's baggage Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie I'm creepin' all up in his attic 'ic I got a gun, Lil' 40 gon' run up I'm charged like a battery, 'bout all the static I see his chain, I'm gon' grab it I'm upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes Bitch try and play me I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat Leave 'em coughing up heat like a dragon Eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones 40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof) 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof) I lay your teeth on the road Stomp it and take out your soul Eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones 40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof) 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof) I lay your teeth on the road Stomp it and take out your soul-soul (hoof, hoof) Hoof (Hoof hoof hoof) Hoof (Hoof) Hoof Hoof, hoof
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Mackenzie Edward Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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