歌曲 | Maggot Face |
歌手 | Blaze Ya Dead Homie |
专辑 | 1 Less G in da Hood |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blaze Ya Dead Homie | |
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8 | |
Darkness, (black!) buried underground | |
3 slugs in my chest, never been found | |
I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse | |
My flesh is food for the maggots on my back! | |
Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized | |
I can feel them crawling on my eyes! | |
And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death | |
Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh | |
Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter | |
A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center! | |
Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib | |
then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!' | |
They all followed one by one on my chest | |
And headed on back to my face to rest | |
The trip to my head was like a race | |
They all made it though, and that's why I got a maggot face! | |
Chorus | |
Yea I got a maggot face and I don't care | |
Yea I got a maggot face and I, don't, care! x4 | |
I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body | |
They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! | |
Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control | |
Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul | |
Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream | |
I can feel'em movin' from my neck to my brain | |
To my eyelids, to the back of my spine | |
From my feet on up to my mother f**kin' mind! | |
They want to take control of my body and reak havoc | |
On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f**kin' casket | |
Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde | |
A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drive-bys! | |
My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun! | |
Any sucka get wit'in 2 feet, I pop'em! | |
And I peel your wig, before you bit the case | |
I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face | |
Chorus | |
He |
zuo qu : Blaze Ya Dead Homie | |
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8 | |
Darkness, black! buried underground | |
3 slugs in my chest, never been found | |
I' m decomposin', my lungs collapse | |
My flesh is food for the maggots on my back! | |
Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized | |
I can feel them crawling on my eyes! | |
And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death | |
Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh | |
Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter | |
A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center! | |
Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib | |
then one of them hollered, ' Back to the grill!' | |
They all followed one by one on my chest | |
And headed on back to my face to rest | |
The trip to my head was like a race | |
They all made it though, and that' s why I got a maggot face! | |
Chorus | |
Yea I got a maggot face and I don' t care | |
Yea I got a maggot face and I, don' t, care! x4 | |
I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body | |
They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! | |
Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control | |
Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul | |
Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream | |
I can feel' em movin' from my neck to my brain | |
To my eyelids, to the back of my spine | |
From my feet on up to my mother f kin' mind! | |
They want to take control of my body and reak havoc | |
On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f kin' casket | |
Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde | |
A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drivebys! | |
My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun! | |
Any sucka get wit' in 2 feet, I pop' em! | |
And I peel your wig, before you bit the case | |
I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face | |
Chorus | |
He |
zuò qǔ : Blaze Ya Dead Homie | |
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8 | |
Darkness, black! buried underground | |
3 slugs in my chest, never been found | |
I' m decomposin', my lungs collapse | |
My flesh is food for the maggots on my back! | |
Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized | |
I can feel them crawling on my eyes! | |
And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death | |
Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh | |
Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter | |
A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center! | |
Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib | |
then one of them hollered, ' Back to the grill!' | |
They all followed one by one on my chest | |
And headed on back to my face to rest | |
The trip to my head was like a race | |
They all made it though, and that' s why I got a maggot face! | |
Chorus | |
Yea I got a maggot face and I don' t care | |
Yea I got a maggot face and I, don' t, care! x4 | |
I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body | |
They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! | |
Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control | |
Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul | |
Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream | |
I can feel' em movin' from my neck to my brain | |
To my eyelids, to the back of my spine | |
From my feet on up to my mother f kin' mind! | |
They want to take control of my body and reak havoc | |
On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f kin' casket | |
Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde | |
A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drivebys! | |
My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun! | |
Any sucka get wit' in 2 feet, I pop' em! | |
And I peel your wig, before you bit the case | |
I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face | |
Chorus | |
He |