Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show)

$uicideBoy$

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    Where you gonna go
    Where you gonna run
    Where you gonna hide

    Nowhere
    Cause there's no one like you left
    That's right

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
    (Ah)

    Glocks poppin' bustas ($UI)
    Droppin' ($UI) niggas duckin' from this shit
    Evil spirits taking over now they running through my head

    Telling me grip that fucking gun
    Telling me pop that fucking lead
    It's a bird, it's a plane
    No, it's Satan in the flesh

    I'm that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death
    Satanic holy ghost
    Snort that holy dope
    Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat

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    I'm that scarecrow in the corner
    Welcome to my crucifixion
    Graveyard living
    Murder itching

    Don't be superstitious
    Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
    Black magic
    Voodoo power

    $Uicide's exciting now see?
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
    (Fuck rap and fuck a rapper)
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    (Lets put em all on a fucking hole)

    I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
    Creeping cracker on the chronic
    Feeling like a Velociraptor

    Pulling off the patch, but I ain't taking off the fucking mask
    Heard 'em gasp
    Closed their mouth with the fucking gat's blast

    Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
    G59 where the beast's signs fine
    Fuck a feast, I'm fine dying

    Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime
    Ain't got the time to die trying
    Bitch, I know I'll die alone

    Either in a ditch or on a throne
    Either way in a pit I'm being thrown
    Everything is nothing and I'm fucking decomposed

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit
    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

    Glocks poppin' bustas droppin'
    Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks

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    Composición: Aristos Norman Petrou y Scott Anthony Arceneux Jr.

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