paroles de chanson Six Lines, Two Dragons, and a Messiah - $uicideboy$

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st- (Two to beam up, Scotty)

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily (it's a SMASH!)
Vampin' to the st-

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily (Northside, who?)
Vampin' to the st- (Northside, what?)
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily (Northside, who?)
Vampin' to the st- (Northside, what?)

Huh, born from the slums
Cut from the womb had dope in my lungs
28 grams if I wanna feel buzzed
28 Xans if I wanna feel numb
Fucked in the head, edge of my bed
Glock cocked back while I pray to the dead
If they want play, got the gang on the way
Dial 333 for the God of the grey

F to the I to the V to the E
To the N to the I to the N to the E
I'ma K to the I to the L to the L
E-V-E-R-Y thing around me
Turn the whip to a hearse, turn the Glock in the dirt
Ash Wednesday into dust they return
When they gon' learn 'bout fucking with titty
Put 'em in a urn, roll 'em up in a Philly

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-

S-H-A-M-E-L-E double S
Dollar sign, uicide, tell me who we smokin' next
Gotta help up with a drum, better fall back
Got a big truck rolled up with an opp pack
Drawn first blood, bitch, I aim for the head
Five times out of five, Five-Nine leave 'em dead
Gonna get mine first, ain't no need for revenge
When I shoot, it's to kill you would think I'm a vet

Come my trigger finger itching, I'm itching the killer instinct
Justin Timber-20-Glock, all of my bullets in sync
Hit 'em with the left-right, switchin' gears, lead pipe
Oh, he know do kung fu? 5.7, dead rights
Dead lights, Pennywise, oh you just a clown, huh?
Ground up, mixin' the blood, now he defeated
From the ground up, straight out the mud, that's how we did it
We the founders, drown in the flood that we created (flood)

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st- (Seventh Ward!)

Throw them three's up
59 my gang sign, slide in the Range like, "Keep up"
All white on the inside, outside that bitch keyed up
Scratching my nose like I'm checking the snow, bitch I'm cooler than Frieza
Red dot made his head pop, now he just a dead opp

Bitch I want smoke, Ruby the Tyrant
I sit back and laugh while I make it rain ash
Got a blade to ya throat, Ruby the Silent
Won't say a word, just carve my name in your back

Spit up blood as you choke, Ruby so violent
Got choppas and ARs
I'm 'bout to turn your fucking clique into ghosts
Ruby defiant, my whole fucking goal is to blow up the globe

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-