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Teenage Disaster - MANHUNT (feat. Jasiah)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teenage Disaster
Teenage Disaster
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Weinberg
Jake Weinberg
Songwriter
Malachi-Phree Jasiah
Malachi-Phree Jasiah
Songwriter
Thorne Baker
Thorne Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Weinberg
Jake Weinberg
Additional Producer
BMTJ
BMTJ
Producer

Lyrics

(I'd like to dedicate this song- yo shut the fuck up!) Burn your house down, bitch, I'm an arsonist Stomping on his head, guess I'm not the one to bargain with Witness protection, the smell of dropped blood I'm laughing in the court room, your body's in the mud now, bitch Stomp, stomp 'til his neck break It's a manhunt, it's a manhunt If you got guts then follow me Pick 'em off they're dead like one, two, three (Please, man, I got a fuckin' family) (Um, don't worry, I'll make a trip to your house) Next Bang! Killed some cops 'cause they killed my mob Fuck you, bitch, it's a free for all I shoot 'em dead both big and small Stand up to me you ain't got the balls, bitch One, two, three bodies in the ditch, bitch Wish you could be saved Thought that I'd forget You all betrayed me Just fuck with my little liar Fuckin' liar, set him on fire You're fucked Burn your house down, bitch, I'm an arsonist Stomping on his head, guess I'm not the one to bargain with Witness protection, the smell of dropped blood I'm laughing in the court room, your body's in the mud now, bitch Stomp, stomp 'til his neck break It's a manhunt, it's a manhunt If you got guts then follow me Pick 'em off they're dead like one, two, three (We're here) First name Jerry, last name Jones I went to his house on Cleveland Road Knocked on the door and got no reply Jerry didn't know he was gonna die (Jerry, hey, remember me?) First name Chris, last name Dwight I double checked if the rope was tight It's kinda sad, he didn't try to fight He laid back, told the world goodnight First name police, last name chief He used to go by the street name, "Beef" Shot him in his chest, now he's as lifeless as I That's what you get when you become a cop (Hey! Stop fucking running!) (They're not gonna fuckin' find you!) Bang! Burn your house down, bitch, I'm an arsonist Stomping on his head, guess I'm not the one to bargain with Witness protection, the smell of dropped blood I'm laughing in the court room, your body's in the mud now, bitch Stomp, stomp 'til his neck break It's a manhunt, it's a manhunt If you got guts then follow me Pick 'em off they're dead like one, two, three (Just stop fuckin' movin'!) Bitch, get the fuck out my way, bitch I'mma rip out his tongue, he won't say shit Hit your head with some' blunt like a caveman Then get his bitch on her knees, she said, "Amen" Aye, I'm a fucked up nigga You're gonna die today, tough luck, nigga Gun to your head, I'ma bust some Who you tryna run from? 'Cause I'm on a manhunt nigga I know you want help, but there's nowhere to go Black hall leave your carcass, they all died alone (Burn your house down, bitch, I'm an arsonist) Stomping on his head, guess I'm not the one to bargain with Witness protection, the smell of dropped blood I'm laughing in the court room, your body's in the mud now, bitch Stomp, stomp 'til his neck break It's a manhunt, it's a manhunt If you got guts then follow me Pick 'em off they're dead like one, two, three (Jerry, come on, say hi to the camera, buddy) (This is your big moment, you're on a fuckin' television)
Writer(s): Malachi-phree Jasiah, Thorne Baker, Jake Weinberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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