TERROR IN YOUR CULDESAC by BOOFGODS Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 SLOPPYMEDUSA ]
ROLL UP A MENACE JUST PULL OUT YOUR GREEN AND YOUR LIGHTER I'M TRYING TO SMOKE, OUT AT SEA, IN A BOAT WITHOUT A PADDLE LIL MAFUCKA TRYNA BATTLE MAKE YOUR HEAD RADDLE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A PLEA, ASKIN' FOR MERCY BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ME, OBVIOUSLY
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE BOUT, BITCH THIS IS ME, TIME RUNNING OUT
BOOF THE DISEASE *YUH*
CASTELL AKA MEDUSA COME AND TURN YOUR BITCH TO STONE, ALL THIS FUCKIN' MESS AROUND BEST NOT SLIP UP AND WATCH YOUR TONE, ALL THESE LITTLE CRUMBS THEY TALKIN' SHIT AND THEY JUST CALL US CLONES, BODY ON THE GURNEY IMA' RUN HOE *BODY ON THE GURNEY IMA RUN HOE*
[ VERSE 2 LILTERROR ]
BOI RUN YO' MOUTH, BLOODY NOSE HOW IS IT FEELIN' RIGHT NOW? I PAINT MY FACE AND ENTER WAR WHERE WE BE LURKIN' YOUR TOWN, SO SAY GOODNIGHT, PRAISE YOUR GOD, BOWING KNEE'S TO THE GROUND, BOI WE BOOFIN' HOE, WE RUN THE SHOW, REP TRIPLE SIX, GODS NOT ALLOWED
SO CATCH THE FADE, DEATH SUBMITTED NOW I RIDE WITH THE REAPER, YOU GOT THE HEATER BUT I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS WITH A CLEAVER, RISING UP, SO THROW SHADE COME BACK AND BEG FOR A FEATURE, CRUCIFIED BY THE PREACHER, WE SPILLIN' BLOOD BY THE LITER HOE
ROLL UP A MENACE JUST PULL OUT YOUR GREEN AND YOUR LIGHTER I'M TRYING TO SMOKE, OUT AT SEA, IN A BOAT WITHOUT A PADDLE LIL MAFUCKA TRYNA BATTLE MAKE YOUR HEAD RADDLE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A PLEA, ASKIN' FOR MERCY BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ME, OBVIOUSLY
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE BOUT, BITCH THIS IS ME, TIME RUNNING OUT
BOOF THE DISEASE *YUH*
CASTELL AKA MEDUSA COME AND TURN YOUR BITCH TO STONE, ALL THIS FUCKIN' MESS AROUND BEST NOT SLIP UP AND WATCH YOUR TONE, ALL THESE LITTLE CRUMBS THEY TALKIN' SHIT AND THEY JUST CALL US CLONES, BODY ON THE GURNEY IMA' RUN HOE *BODY ON THE GURNEY IMA RUN HOE*
[ VERSE 2 LILTERROR ]
BOI RUN YO' MOUTH, BLOODY NOSE HOW IS IT FEELIN' RIGHT NOW? I PAINT MY FACE AND ENTER WAR WHERE WE BE LURKIN' YOUR TOWN, SO SAY GOODNIGHT, PRAISE YOUR GOD, BOWING KNEE'S TO THE GROUND, BOI WE BOOFIN' HOE, WE RUN THE SHOW, REP TRIPLE SIX, GODS NOT ALLOWED
SO CATCH THE FADE, DEATH SUBMITTED NOW I RIDE WITH THE REAPER, YOU GOT THE HEATER BUT I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS WITH A CLEAVER, RISING UP, SO THROW SHADE COME BACK AND BEG FOR A FEATURE, CRUCIFIED BY THE PREACHER, WE SPILLIN' BLOOD BY THE LITER HOE