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Mort
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[Verse 1: Tunnel House]
Sick in the face
Can't lift your own weight
Fatigue speed quick to the brain
Like a shock wave
I only wanted to win a fucking fight
But this guy is cold as ice
And this shit just don't feel right, yeah (gas)
Mouth like a shotgun
Shooting bullet teeth
Lethal speech, almost long gone
Did you have a family?
I hope not
They'd be really fucking mad at me
Copy the mass murderer (say something, say something)
"Tunnel House?"
Who's that? Never heard of her
Bricks and a ditch are necessary when you unhitch that bitch
Let 'em sink to the bottom-
Fingerprints? I don't got 'em
I can explain officer!
Burnt off in a firеwork experiment
"thats awеsome!"
[Verse 2: Mort]
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I've been looking at menus 'n' shit and bein' like
What the fu-
Mi- mi- mi- mi-
Mind of iron heart of clay
Aim be steady, flacon heavy, send my soul to outer space okay like
-do you believe in fate
You believe in fifty states
I’ll be hiding never find me at the bottom of the lake
I got worldstar money I just fuck it up
I got big boys on me I just run it up
I’m on rekt threads, cut my head clean off
I’m missing molars, this a dentist song
I think my eyes just rot
Should have never fought this fucker
Guess I’m out of luck
My limbs are soggy
Bitch I’m waterlogged
This is not POG
I need a London fog
Choke on a cock
Don’t wear Gucci cause I’m not a fob
Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the
See the light (Rock Johnson)
Red on red the fire rise (Rock Johnson)
The blankest mind (Rock Johnson)
One with nothing fuck your pride (Rock Johnson)
See the light
Red on red the fire rise
The blankest mind
One with nothing fuck your pride
[Verse 3: A Rat Problem]
Empty the clip until it
Click click click click click
Telling Morrisey to
Suck my fucking dick dick dick dick
That bitch down here with me
Got him... fuck wait
He's not dead yet
I'm upset yeah
I just want you
Here in my room
That's a promise
That's a threat yeah
I just know that you'll be
Down with me soon oh
Ayy ayy ayy, stackin'
Bodies in your basement
I can see you through the
Walls like x-ray shit
There's a
Piece of you I want
I won't stop until I got it, yuh
Ice cold, eyes hot
Imma'na assume you're not
Ok, I fold
Fuck no, bitch you thought
I lock that door
Never get away from me
I own your soul
For eternity
[Outro: Mort, A Rat Problem]
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Sick in the face
Can't lift your own weight
Fatigue speed quick to the brain
Like a shock wave
I only wanted to win a fucking fight
But this guy is cold as ice
And this shit just don't feel right, yeah (gas)
Mouth like a shotgun
Shooting bullet teeth
Lethal speech, almost long gone
Did you have a family?
I hope not
They'd be really fucking mad at me
Copy the mass murderer (say something, say something)
"Tunnel House?"
Who's that? Never heard of her
Bricks and a ditch are necessary when you unhitch that bitch
Let 'em sink to the bottom-
Fingerprints? I don't got 'em
I can explain officer!
Burnt off in a firеwork experiment
"thats awеsome!"
[Verse 2: Mort]
[?]
I've been looking at menus 'n' shit and bein' like
What the fu-
Mi- mi- mi- mi-
Mind of iron heart of clay
Aim be steady, flacon heavy, send my soul to outer space okay like
-do you believe in fate
You believe in fifty states
I’ll be hiding never find me at the bottom of the lake
I got worldstar money I just fuck it up
I got big boys on me I just run it up
I’m on rekt threads, cut my head clean off
I’m missing molars, this a dentist song
I think my eyes just rot
Should have never fought this fucker
Guess I’m out of luck
My limbs are soggy
Bitch I’m waterlogged
This is not POG
I need a London fog
Choke on a cock
Don’t wear Gucci cause I’m not a fob
Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the
See the light (Rock Johnson)
Red on red the fire rise (Rock Johnson)
The blankest mind (Rock Johnson)
One with nothing fuck your pride (Rock Johnson)
See the light
Red on red the fire rise
The blankest mind
One with nothing fuck your pride
[Verse 3: A Rat Problem]
Empty the clip until it
Click click click click click
Telling Morrisey to
Suck my fucking dick dick dick dick
That bitch down here with me
Got him... fuck wait
He's not dead yet
I'm upset yeah
I just want you
Here in my room
That's a promise
That's a threat yeah
I just know that you'll be
Down with me soon oh
Ayy ayy ayy, stackin'
Bodies in your basement
I can see you through the
Walls like x-ray shit
There's a
Piece of you I want
I won't stop until I got it, yuh
Ice cold, eyes hot
Imma'na assume you're not
Ok, I fold
Fuck no, bitch you thought
I lock that door
Never get away from me
I own your soul
For eternity
[Outro: Mort, A Rat Problem]
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