Текст песни Fucking Your Culture - $uicideboy$

(It's a smash!) (Play- Play- Play- Play-)
(Players never doubt)
(You did good, $lick)

It's that demented motherfucker, I'm kickin' it with my brothers
I'm repping the 59, you know Grey the fucking color
My gat screamin' "kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray
Never could be fucked with, my dick, they love to suck it
They calling me game seven Slick, I switch a bitch like subjects
Pull up continental, make a hoe get sentimental
I got 18k in dental, ballin' with no fundamentals

Michael Jackson off a Thriller dose, hold off on the killer dose
Cookin' up in a rental (bam!)
Emeril with the chemicals
Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general
Pull up in that Benz, Forgis turn it something cynical
Anyway

Thinking I'm 'bout to die by any day (Northside, Northside)
Half high, pass five (Northside), rollin' up that Mary Jay (Northside)
I might drop 30 like I'm Curry (Northside) with no NBA (Northside)
Hop out, Eddie Murray with the stick (Northside) and let it swing away (Northside)
Hot boy turn the block out, pimping out the crack house
Mackin' up on these bitches, flew a hoe to fuck from Krakow
My dick threw her back out, packed and flew her back out
Been running and gunning and fucking, all while tripping in a blackout

Mane, it's the killer (North), Northside Guerilla
Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer (Northside)
Tell me who keep it realer? There's no drug I ain't touched
Basquiat your face, and I Banksy your place up
Boy aim with your face up, these clowns with no makeup
This me before warmups, I ain't even laced up
Fuckboy get your rank up, robbin' and dealin' and homicide
Spice 1 Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die

Ruby gettin' up in them gizzards, neck look like a blizzard
Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard
Backwood tastes vanilla, popping painkillers
Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla
Chickenheads flocking, they think I'm a quesadilla
Beating up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yuh
Papa Pine break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe
Now she's asking what's my sign, so I threw up the 59!

I'm the Lord of the 7th Ward, pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore
Never called her back, she breakin' down like metalcore
Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn (7th Ward)
Check the score (7th Ward), Grey 59, 5 and 0 in the 4th (7th Ward)
What a chore, rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward) we'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward)
Whip looks like it (7th Ward) might've lost the Second World War, yuh (7th Ward)
Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)

7th Ward Dragon, when I breathe it's fucking flammable
Keep my clique tight and isolated like we cannibals
Spit so many bars you'll think infinity is tangible
All these fucking chains, you would think I'm wearing manacles
Yeah, bitch, tell me what's happenin'
Dick so big, I'll turn her pussy to the Grand Canyon
All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon
Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon

Yeah, bitch, tell me what it is
Wake up with a smile, picking out the right fit
OJ in the mornin' like I stabbed a white bitch
Every color in the fucking rainbow, suck my white dick

(Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound)
(Um, okay, so I'll talk to you later)