PRAY FOR THE DEAD by $COURGE Lyrics
[ VERSE 1: YUNG $TEEZ ]
Steezy was a motherfucking reject, no buzz so i gotta go gotta
Make the dough hit em with the flow, but fuck out my way
While you running yo mouth, bitch I be lurking I'm straight out
The DUNGEON, UH, fuck it we killing the priest, burn in a prison
My life behind bars, talked to yo bitch then we fuck now she
Blocked, fuck you're belief rather dry up and rot, UH, going ed
Gein on you motherfuckas, uh, lungs out yo body no air so you
Screwed, crucifix on me I'm god in the flesh, fuck yo main
Stream Ima burn in the pits ima say what I want you can call
Me a dick but like non of you faggets gon take on my spot, my
Trigger is happy and ne$ got the Glock lyric game loaded 1 diss
And you gone
[ VERSE 2: NE$$Y ]
Bite a chunk out a punk
Dump the bodies in the trunk
Got the shotty pumped leave em slumped
187 at 11
Send you straight to Heaven with the 257
Got the engine revine
Don't get get curious I'm serious bring you too a near death experience
Dis embody fags when my shotty bangs
Leave em in the body bags
Bash your head with granite mechanic manic understand it
Nothin ever surprise me
Everyone despise me
Name a iller mothafucka besides me
I be Charles Manson dancing on your grave
New wave comin out the cave
Fuck a nine to 5 we pack 4 5's when we ride
Can't be fucked The worlds corrupt ak tucked
Leave ya bucked
Hang you with my gold chain
Bullet in your brain
Veins drain make it rain
All I feel is pain and We'll reign till We slain
Steezy was a motherfucking reject, no buzz so i gotta go gotta
Make the dough hit em with the flow, but fuck out my way
While you running yo mouth, bitch I be lurking I'm straight out
The DUNGEON, UH, fuck it we killing the priest, burn in a prison
My life behind bars, talked to yo bitch then we fuck now she
Blocked, fuck you're belief rather dry up and rot, UH, going ed
Gein on you motherfuckas, uh, lungs out yo body no air so you
Screwed, crucifix on me I'm god in the flesh, fuck yo main
Stream Ima burn in the pits ima say what I want you can call
Me a dick but like non of you faggets gon take on my spot, my
Trigger is happy and ne$ got the Glock lyric game loaded 1 diss
And you gone
[ VERSE 2: NE$$Y ]
Bite a chunk out a punk
Dump the bodies in the trunk
Got the shotty pumped leave em slumped
187 at 11
Send you straight to Heaven with the 257
Got the engine revine
Don't get get curious I'm serious bring you too a near death experience
Dis embody fags when my shotty bangs
Leave em in the body bags
Bash your head with granite mechanic manic understand it
Nothin ever surprise me
Everyone despise me
Name a iller mothafucka besides me
I be Charles Manson dancing on your grave
New wave comin out the cave
Fuck a nine to 5 we pack 4 5's when we ride
Can't be fucked The worlds corrupt ak tucked
Leave ya bucked
Hang you with my gold chain
Bullet in your brain
Veins drain make it rain
All I feel is pain and We'll reign till We slain