paroles de chanson Terror Clique - Dj Hype Mane

Niggas be constantly running their lip
They be running their mouth like a mother fucking hoe
Grim reaper creeper pull up on the scene
And I hop out the whip with the forty cal chrome
Pull back the trigger I really don't give a damn you got to go I will take you below
You can not fuck with the sinister minister better believe I'll be taking your soul
Torture the body I'll cut you in pieces you better believe it because I'm a psycho
Dead and you know the hype mane not a hoe
Niggas don't want no smoke just like smoking some dope
You're going to choke when I'm slicing your throat with the heavy machete
And I'm going to throw
Your ass in a ditch you don't play with me
Bitch hoe your whole fucking family all going to miss
Your hoe ass when I click all the bullets will hit
It ain't nowhere to run because they coming so quick
And you're going to be going right down to the pit
Oh the Eternal torture you'll never forget
It ain't nowhere to run when the fire is lit
Hoe I told you the hype mane just don't give a shit
It's the grim reaper creeper you son of a bitch
Hoe the triple six devil shit I represent

Here we go i got blood all on my clothes
I just blew a niggas brain on the fucking floor
Leave me alone for i put a hole through your dome
I'm not the nice mother fucker that you think you know
Where to go i got no home anymore
Everybody that i fucked with did me wrong
Lucifer represent bitch staying hell of lit
Triple six from the pit forty cal shoot a bitch
Boy i don't give a shit crucifix devil shit
You can not fuck with this murdering terror clique
Pull out my fucking nine cock it one fucking time
Making you niggas blind bitch i will make you shine
Shoot you in neck and spine taking your fucking life
Evil thoughts all the time that's just what's on my mind
Damn i just blew my high now i will take your life
Sacrifice to the sky now your damn soul is mine

Queen od i'm the mother of the night
I can creep in yo house and slaughter your wife
Three thousand on your life
Big bank deposits on my mind
Show you a thousand ways to die
I'm queen od i got niggas to fry
The burning lake is where you reside
There is no way you can run or hide
Queen od you not talking to me
I got that red beam you hoes start to scream
I aim and i squeeze do not test me ms killa' bitch from the dirty detroit