letra de 100 spoke hearse - illtrix
[intro: doc gruesome]
ayy! yeah!
[chorus: doc gruesome]
b-tch i’m a pine box dropper, woodgrain gripper (b-tch!)
hundred spoke he-rs-, swisher filled up with k!ller
i’m a murder scene maker, real life taker
dime bag flipper in the kitchen like a baker (yeah!)
i’m a pine box dropper, wood grain gripper (b-tch!)
hundred spoke he-rs-, swisher filled up with k!ller
i’m a murder scene maker, real life taker
dimе bag flipper in the kitchen likе a baker (yeah!)
[verse 1: doc gruesome]
makin’ a murder scene, i hit the bacon, it smell like weed
a bit of embalming fluid keepin’ the body movin’ serpentine
i live between a dimension that you see as real life
and another one that you won’t likely reach until you die (ayy!)
b-tch f-ck with me, illtrix grippin’ grain like it’s luxury (luxury)
bad b-tch take my kids like she got custody (b-tch!)
life most others want but this sh-t sucks to me (sucks to me)
something f-cked must be up with me
feel it snap inside my head, i know that she be off (i know that she be off)
keep my pistol and some pills by my bed inside my house
raid a b-tch’s tomb like i’m f-ckin’ lara croft
tip the blunt and light it up and rip that sh-t until i cough b-tch
[chorus: doc gruesome]
b-tch i’m a pine box dropper, woodgrain gripper (b-tch!)
hundred spoke he-rs-, swisher filled up with k!ller
i’m a murder scene maker, real life taker
dime bag flipper in the kitchen like a baker (yeah!)
i’m a pine box dropper, wood grain gripper (b-tch!)
hundred spoke he-rs-, swisher filled up with k!ller
i’m a murder scene maker, real life taker
dime bag flipper in the kitchen like a baker (yeah!)
[verse 2: lil manyak]
i love the smell of pine first thing in the mornin’
been missin’ for years, your mother still in mournin’
we shootin’ for the face, b-tch, there’s never a warnin’
droppin’ bodies in the streets in the cities we be tourin’
either way, motherf-ckers thinkin’ that you survivin’
peel your skin off your flesh as you screamin’ and cryin’
everyone around you always dyin’ (always dyin’)
cut your heart out and sacrifice your b-tch ass like a mayan
a dementor in the flesh and you know what happens next (next)
this is how i deal with stress plus work and i’m refreshed
as i sn-tch your soul your body runs cold
this the fountain of youth, b-tch, so i ain’t ever gettin’ old
[chorus: doc gruesome]
b-tch i’m a pine box dropper, woodgrain gripper (b-tch!)
hundred spoke he-rs-, swisher filled up with k!ller
i’m a murder scene maker, real life taker
dime bag flipper in the kitchen like a baker (yeah!)
i’m a pine box dropper, wood grain gripper (b-tch!)
hundred spoke he-rs-, swisher filled up with k!ller
i’m a murder scene maker, real life taker
dime bag flipper in the kitchen like a baker (yeah!)
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