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it hurts Hit 'em where the blood squirts Carve his whole face off, and make him eat it Chain him up by his foot in the basement bleeding (chorus #1) I'm probably gonna to burn
pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
sparked Jersey next to poisonous darts Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery Snatch your whole team's referee machinery Before knowin I landmine spot blowing Throwing heads
only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga rollin' four deep Them bitches tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat She like
It's called love, in return they make bread Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head [Hook] They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn
like lovers again Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain Under the cover of the narcotic night The streaming colors of the traffic lights The two of us dreading the end Burning our money in a basement
CHORUS: Putin roses on my homeboys head stones Zoning out to the voices in my head phones In the padded room alone spillin to the rain drops drink until
has happened are we heading to oblivion? All I know is that things are getting worse And our souls Keep on burning (Keep on burning) VERSE 3 Father Johnny
in my soul) From head to toe, whoaaaaa Shot up in my bones (shot up in my bones) Deep in my soul (deep in my soul) From head to toe [Verse 3 - Big V]
is a face lift Theres seventeen in here i'm not gonna waste it And i'm wearin' gloves so they not gonna trace this Get him in events house parties in basements
basement callin my sister *sniff* Dawn, help me, I ain't feelin to healthy Stomach walls burnin Head spinnin and turnin Waitin for the EMS 3:10 in the
shower It's called love in return they bake bread Pay dollars, make bets Catch buzz, give head They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn
they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
picked, but baby We roll with time, it's only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga rollin' four deep Them bitches tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head
first sparked Jersey next to poisonous darts Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery Snatch your whole team's referee machinery Before knowin I landmine spot blowing Throwing heads
