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Correct Guts Lyrics
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[Intro] This dat 2 o' 6 shit, mane R O double Z Seattle Still commiting acts of surgery [Verse 1] Bring me the payroll back I'm packing some that will break your back I'm lacking stacks and I wanna satisfy my hunger with my strap Dylan got a feeling when I'm on it Get up on a motherfucker, that I gotta straight eviscerate him With a cap Get em ready to get wrapped up in a black bag Put the mask up With the brain matter in his lap Pap pap, you can't ignore me Scorpy get it gory just like (?) What you know about a thuggish horror story of the underworld You hoes is getting kidnapped Bust you bitches in my city Hate me, green with envy when they see the Double Z do everything they wish they could But they don't get the game and can't avoid that all my shit slap Imma get this, Imma get that If I wanna, Imma get that All I wanna get that sick satisfaction mashing out After pushing a bitches wig back With the a to the r to the keitzi Or with the teensie weensie Burner thing Back to the grim murder scene I'll put your block in a state of emergency E-mergency Von Frankenstein Bodies on my 9 When it's drama time With an evil grin I'm pouring out the gin And then it's going down, another murder rhyme Negative thoughts like Volume 9 Looking like a killer What you gon' do? The voices in my head are like a hundred people trynna cram inside a fucking phone booth [Chorus] Guts All over the ceiling All over the floor All over... Everything Guts All over the walls All up in the sink All up in the drain Cloggin' it Guts All over the ceiling All over the floor All over... Everything Guts Guts [Verse 2] It was that 2 o' 6 northwest killa sickness that left his guts and brains all over everything I'm contemplating how to never leave a witness If you wanna a death, Dr. Dylan coming through to you to fill up that prescription Steady smoking fire, homicide for hire Get away without a shred of evidence up on the scene Getaway clean Cut you from the neck down to the spleen Step inside a primal urge of killing Cuz it keep me up and going like amphetamine Make 'em motherfuckers feel agony and pain with the thang When I'll let it rang out, sang out When I cave in and let my anger get the best of me Can't avoid the void Paranoid boy with the schizophrenic tendencies All I wanna do is keep it true and do the least I gotta do for stacking G's Heavy case, no print, no face, no trace, no felonies I'm at the back do' quick, grabbing on my dick Thinkin' bout the damn forensic team Player steady slippin', tripping off of the infection in my head I'm steadily sippin' up outta the bottle o' bambizzle Thinkin' bout how I be making them rest in peace With an evil grin Let my self in I even got my own set of keys Just another bitch Imma feed to the maggots and homicide is in my tendencies [Chorus] Guts All over the ceiling All over the floor All over... Everything Guts All over the walls All up in the sink All up in the drain Cloggin' it Guts All over the ceiling All over the floor All over... Everything Guts Guts
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