lirik lagu razor (usa) - grosserie's
[intro: tha roka]
i stuff you into a bag of neat groceries (come here!)
wrap you up in saran, don’t get close to me (b~tch!)
cut you up in my fridge, where you supposed to me (dead!)
this is my chopping spree, oops, i mean shopping spree
[verse 1: tha roka]
i got a shopping cart with my hands on a machete
i’m walking through the parking lot, the world isn’t ready
roka got these hunger pains, i’m here to f~ckin’ munch
chop the hands off this dude, made him drop his cap’n crunch
and all this red on the floor, it ain’t strawberry crush
they slippin’ and they slidin, i’m just shoppin’ for my lunch
cleanup on aisle four, i just dropped a slab of ribs
they slipped out of my hands, slashed a woman in her kidney
so they ran out of the aisles, people losing they composure
the screams won’t stop until my shopping spree is over
your eyes i’m taking, baby come a little closer
pop ’em out the socket like bread, hop out the toaster
walk up to the register, this a bl~~dy coupon
if she say a word, i’ma fold her like a futon
what a beautiful day to cook and get my groove on
i’m grillin’ up dead bodies, baby, what the f~ck is you on?
[chorus: tha roka]
i stuff you into a bag of neat groceries (come here!)
wrap you up in saran, don’t get close to me (b~tch!)
cut you up in my fridge, where you supposed to me (dead!)
this is my chopping spree, oops, i mean shopping spree
i stuff you into a bag of neat groceries (come here!)
wrap you up in saran, don’t get close to me (b~tch!)
cut you up in my fridge, where you supposed to me (dead!)
this is my chopping spree, oops, i mean shopping spree
[verse 2: sin rip]
grocery list, man, i’m on it
whiskey, tonic, bob my head playin’ onyx
leave my wallet, sharpened blade in back pocket
get what i want, sell the rest on black market
my grocery list so f~ckin’ thick
alert the town, i’m all around
that chewin’ sound give me a smile
i’m kickin’ doors, i’m beatin’ hoes
but i’m on some different sh~t today, no randoms
i know the fools gotta play it cool, two b~tches, my food
but the first one’s a jogger, could be a problem (nah!)
snuck up on her like ants and tore her face down, scarface
run away like a villain giggling, no personal feelings
drove down to tennessee, i’m worldwide with this k!lling
she a thick b~tch but she’s balled her fist, if i approach her wrong she done end me quick
follow home, give lunch to me b~tch, where you lay is where i be seated
most people when they k!ll they show no feelings
i’m in the corner eatin’ that ass, s~xual feelings
[chorus: tha roka]
i stuff you into a bag of neat groceries (come here!)
wrap you up in saran, don’t get close to me (b~tch!)
cut you up in my fridge, where you supposed to me (dead!)
this is my chopping spree, oops, i mean shopping spree
i stuff you into a bag of neat groceries (come here!)
wrap you up in saran, don’t get close to me (b~tch!)
cut you up in my fridge, where you supposed to me (dead!)
this is my chopping spree, oops, i mean shopping spree
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