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Correct Make'em Bleed Lyrics
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[Intro] You know, I'm tired of all the aggression, huh I just wanna sing songs like when we were kids, you know You know that - Zamknij kurwa ryj [Refren] Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub Now who the fuck you think that they be? (now who they be?) The hater, the faker, the whack track maker Fuck it, I’mma make 'em all bleed (make 'em bleed) [Zwrotka 1: Skits Vicious] You better invest in a vest Or get a hole left in your chest I roll with the best of the best Dudes wanna test, that’s a bad decision I don't suck my own dick and I ain't into ass kissing Another ass-kicking commences Give a fuck about the outcome or if it's offensive 'Cause when the dead walk we will live within fences And I'll bring "Lucille" when I visit your campus [Zwrotka 2: Słoń] Śmierć tańczy, rozsiewając wokół trupów zapach Ja chcę jak Bóg ukarać łaków na poziomie gugu-gaga Więc kundlu japa, w herbie martwica mózgu nadal Nie dotkniesz mojej poprzeczki, choćbyś na chuju stawał Bij na alarm, nadciąga piekielny szwadron Wstaw w cudzysłów, że cechuje nas niedelikatność To czysty hardkor, plujemy w ryj tym pseudoznawcom Konkurencja nie istnieje, jak pięciozłotowy banknot [Zwrotka 3: Skits Vicious] Temper, temper, never count to ten when My rowdy gang enter, we split the crowd center We light incense with the scent of death Invent sick tracks with intent to wreck So, mic check, one, two, fuck you and you too If you make it past me, you gotta face off with cubes So do what you do and stay over there 'Cause we ain't having no bullshit over here [Zwrotka 4: Słoń] Na majku społeczny odpad, zwykły prostak z nadwagą W dłoniach mam kije do golfa, a oddech cuchnie jak jabol Wyczuwam strach łamago, niczym szkolony labrador Niech przy tym tracku wasze babcie się dziś w piekle łajdaczą Nad miasto przyleciał znów B29 Zmień ksywę na nawóz, od dzisiaj zamieszkasz w glebie I mnie się nie pozbędziesz nawet z pomocą koleżków Jestem jak bakterie kału na twej szczoteczce do zębów [Refren] Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub Now who the fuck you think that they be? (now who they be?) The hater, the faker, the whack track maker Fuck it, I’mma make ’em all bleed (make 'em bleed) [Zwrotka 5: Jay Reaper] I went to hell and back, driving in a red Cadillac I never left, now I even got the devil back I never rest, see my heart is in the wicked places in my chest Nevertheless, I don’t stress, 'cause I'm dead already And hella mella sweaty burnin' all your [?] People lookin’ at me petty, like I'm Fetty Wap Aim my Glock at your flock, 'cause they ready now I let it pop, you gon feel it like a belly flop I'mma bully, I'mma jock, I'm the fuckin' rock I'mma chip off the old block, you fuckin' flop Killing niggas like a cop, it will never stop Always reppin for the real rest in peace to pops He in heaven now, but I be still in hell a [?] The demon knights in the castle of Camelot They still in shock never open up the [?] See that's a warning it's gettin' warm, it's hella hot [Refren] Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub Now who the fuck you think that they be? (now who they be?) The hater, the faker, the whack track maker Fuck it, I'mma make 'em all bleed (make 'em bleed)
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