lirik lagu james gorczyca - you died!
[ james gorczyca ]
mustard man on the beat
now all of yall keepin quiet
shuttin out all the creeps
i dont care if you were dyin’
harsher things came from t–th
to the point where it reeks
did somebody die?
that att-tude stinks
i got dirt on my shirt
old enemies wanna clean me up
politely refuse for sure
never gonna go back being stuck
i dont search, b-tch i surf
i dont got time to feel hurt
i been felt that for too long
wont voluntarily get erked
bald as f-ck; joe rogan
shed my skin; slav locust
i got no health, drink my potion
beats i like, gotta be roasted
eat ya all up like pac man!
5 queue squad, aint witcha man!
dropping in hot, th-ssa plan
bonus points i took em and ran
4 stocked! out tha ring
spinning wit da kicks! chun li
i win! charlie sheen
you died! f-ck ya team
[ depth strida ]
pull up with a big fist
punch a snake cause hisses
my flow shock some b-tches
big eyes like im on sh-t
b-tch i walk b-tch i walk
b-tch i f-cking stridawalk
and you talk and you talk
son you never had a job
she so thicc oh my god
got some prec-m on my c-ck
wake up and i see that i nutted in my sock
time to f-ckin switch it up
time to f-cking settle up
your head like a minecraft block
one clap and you spill some blood
[ navvvi ]
god f-cking d-mn it
hitten em wit a crossbow
making all sure his pain grow
meters all full of green, no
b-tching i told you stay down
punches to groin and his followers dont
suttle but meaning, i swear it aint so
bowing to me i am the arch, mega omega demon of souless
break from a payphone, teleport to stay home
swear i tell you time from time your meaning isnt brainstormed
please drop and die before i f-cking eat your family
uhhhhh
i am headphones out of energy
i am the soundless and apologies
im nothing but an battery
i push and then i pull
[ lord distortion ]
you a p-ssy you a leech
stay inside your lane
i f-cking hate it when you speak
looking for some strange
while you looking at the peak
put the 30 to his brain
chalk him up he on the street
shut up, oh f-ck you a f-cking b-tch cuck
run up on your fleet and we turn it to a stick up
i want dollars so i got a pistol posted where my crotch is
hollows in the magazine i flex it like its doing cross fit
rubbing off, on your clique
you been biting for a bit
hit it raw, then i dip
singing songs about the cl-t
nah you broke,you a joke
you ain’t ever touch a stick
sniffing c0ke, off the floor
you is dirty as a b-tch
[ papa sleep ]
move that product like its wii fit
you be running out of quarters tryna get them blips
catch you round the corner catch another clip
ask for a rematch find where you live then i call up a dispatch
body parts mismatched
karate chop now you detached
b-tton mash
hold me back
head looking like dig dug
triple combo
beg and borrow
roundhouse kick
broken wrist
judo moves
you ain’t keeping up
leave me with that golden cup
blow his pixels out
pitiful the way he crawling now
fizzle out
game over guess i’m balling now
guess who died?
that be you
no surprise
i did too
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