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lirik lagu children of the corn (memphis) - which way should i go

verse 1:

facing trials of revelations spooked up in my sleep
the bible’s got me quiet but
someone keeps on whispering
“go and k!ll all these n~ggas wit this animosity”
so i leave don’t take a peep
i sn~tch your soul straight from your feet
look up in the sky i cry, i write before i sleep at night
why these bustas make me suffer, why the h~ll a sabbath night
suicidal n~gga please don’t make me use my shovel
there is god but there’s the devil
tellin’ me to k!ll whoever
which voice shall i choose the one on the left or the one on the right
silent night my deadly glock will make everything so dynamite
sometimes i feel like h~ll sometimes i feel like not doin wrong
why the f~ck am i hearing these evil songs voices leave me alone
until i figure out the righteous road the devil won’t have control so tell me which way i should i go?

verse 2:

witch way should i go wakin up this early morn~ wit a voice up in my head tellin me
“my son it’s on.”
“it’s time to get up off your ass, and make that cheese get it fast”
robbing sprees liquor stores or (?)
better make it quick cause them white folks out to get yo sh~t
one way or another court calls, child support that’s a motherf~ckin’ trip
just hold and put me on this sh~t now i’m bout to k!ll a b~tch
heading now to south memphis
with that glock up on my seat putting them folks up on the news for f~ckin wit me
you like to start up evil mysteries
t~o~n~i~a
rip rest in peace b~tch
verse 3:

witch way shall i go only lord knows
so i’m constantly speaking to the g code
makin’ cheese and f~ckin’ hoes
when i’m cheefien choking smoking on that blink that sh~t make me think
that n to the 9 6
so i gotta split a tricks wig, or else he’ll think i’m weak
so peep this could it be the thing that make me think that i wana get into a soul i drag
and praise the lake so now we chromed
jump out sucka’ if you wana jump
pump that thing with no remorse
because they leave me with a choice
if i didn’t take up my business then that would make em’ eat yo boy
(miss me with that sh~t)
get up out your hustle b~tch
get your hoe up off my d~ck
then eat out with the 9 6

verse 4:

creeping up to the f~ckin scene
catch a n~gga slippin’ as i hit ‘em for green
n~ggas be constantly talkin’ that sh~t (?)
one of your p~ssy n~ggas really will get you in a lot of trouble
why these bustas be talkin’ sh~t about n~ggas all about they hustle
all i wana do is rap and sell my mother f~ckin’ tapes
but every time i turn around there’s a n~gga wana playa’ hate
i’m tired all of all this busta sh~t so now it’s time to flip the script
god d~mn my nig~ this sh~t a trip i pop your punk ass in yo hip
for disrespecting a playa b~tch you must forget i’m the stick up heater
go into my trunk so i can see witch way i want to speed
i’m getting crunk up off his face and kicking it with my n~gga grimm
smoked out on them heaven sack
the devil’s know the f~ckin pact
i’m layed back like a mac as i relax up on my love seat
thinking of a f~ckin plot so take me to your stash spot
i’m tryna release this pressure from my chest
my n~gga i’m doing wrong
witch way should i go i grip my 44 so now it’s on

- lirik lagu children of the corn memphis

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