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letra de sk8 head - city morgue

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[pre-chorus: zillakami]
yeah, ho, what’s up?
yeah, ho, what’s up?
yeah, ho, what’s up?
yeah, ho, what’s up?

[chorus: zillakami]
who cares who you with? are you scared? you scared
who cares who you with? are you scared? you scared
i’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? who cares?
we’ll leave it at that, motherf-cker, say your prayers

[verse 1: sosmula]
cooler than the new freezer, got my new heater
little b-tch, i’m the school —-, you the school teacher
lamborghini, it’s a two-seater, f-ck your new beamer
pourin’ up in the 2-liter, pop a blue demon
need my watch overflooded
and my glock cobra-custom
look, it’s not no discussion
leave your top on concussion
don’t get shot over nothin’
got the pot overflooded
work bustin’ out the boat
like it’s pots, soda boilin’
go ‘head and spill the beans
see, my dope be k!lling fiends
stretch the work like limousines
.30 with the infra beam
and my b-tch from philippines
p-ssy fresh like listerine
wash the money, mr. clean
pcp and nicotine
b-tch, i’m sleazy, i’m big sleeze, it’s big b’s
don’t you play me, f-cking crazy, but b-tch, please
gon’ turn your lady and your baby to swiss cheese
we on that f-ck sh-t, i’ll sh-t-bag your stomach

[chorus: zillakami]
who cares who you with? are you scared? you scared
who cares who you with? are you scared? you scared
i’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? who cares?
we’ll leave it at that, motherf-cker, say your prayers

[verse 2: zillakami]
ayy, f-ck that
we was in the trenches with the b-tch
so getting f-cked up with the pit
mobbing down with triple 6
ayy, f-ck that
f-ck the opposition, f-ck your kids
f-ck your gang and f-ck your friends and any sh-t you n-gg-s in
aye, i got soldiers who sending souls up and doing hold-ups
zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra
i told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia
mask, gloves, beggars, oh f-ck… sh-t!
slump in the cut, put that glock in yo’ stomach, b-tch
talk all that talk, be the cause of concussion, b-tch
bow down ‘fore you on the news like yo’ cousin
bow down, n-gg-, ain’t no peace, no discussion

[pre-chorus: zillakami]
yeah, ho, what’s up?
yeah, ho, what’s up?
yeah, ho, what’s up?
yeah, ho, what’s up?

[chorus: zillakami]
who cares who you with? are you scared? you scared
who cares who you with? are you scared? you scared
i’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? who cares?
we’ll leave it at that, motherf-cker, say your prayers

- city morgue

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