Not Much To Look At Lyrics

$UICIDEBOY$ & Germ Lyrics



Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah


Live from the sewer to the gutter
DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on the bread like b***er
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek, motherf**ker
Gotta bust a shot upside my f**king head, blunder in thunder
Got a hunna on the self-sustaining gunner, one bun up in the oven
Got a b*t*h switchin' the covers, I'ma duck her
Pull down the shutters, the number one stunna


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Up late tweaking, lit like hero hunter, ugly motherf**ker
With the hold up, hoe, let me hold that throat
Run up in your motherf**king pad full of dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way too flame for me, it's your faithful
Shade what I face, and now look at my feet when I sh*t you, b*t*h
I'm ready for whatever, kill me now, don't kill me later
B*t*h, I'm solid rockin' diamonds that yo momma was poorly lackin'
I'm the f**king captain now, tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord, hoe


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Empty bottles on my table with some residue
Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was twenty-two
Heart got colder, I got older, developed a motive
Bound for Angola, trapped in NOLA, no head on my shoulders
Riding 'round with a pistol, to some, I'm a symbol
Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk, tell death to be gentle
Let's just end this life, just end it right one to my temple
That when I worship

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