Uicideboy Venom Lyrics
Venom by $UICIDEBOY$
Two strikes
Turn that pussy to a sacrifice
Slash 'n' gut the gar
Ash the blunt and park
Roll the window down and ask the price
I've always hated flashing lights
I'd rather grab the mask and knife
Snag the cash in spite the fact I smashed your bitch for asking nice
I'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
I bag the ice
Ignite the rags in gasoline
One strike of the match and now we talking thrice
Three strikes
I might forget the events of tonight
Ruby all bite
Leave 'em bleeding
Leave the scene and say goodnight
If we got business motherfucker
Let me know
Everybody know my rep since 1994
I don't swing high if I got that nine
Bitch in Calvin Klein
Blunts borderline
Fuck it still smoke it anyway
I be that suicidal worshiped idol
Filled up with that medication
Burning bibles
Grab your child
Chopper style a generation
Reading revelations got me thinking
Been ready to die but I ain't got no fucking patience
You feel me
Waking up dirty sodas get poured in
I had some blues, but I sold 'em
Keep K's in Glocks, but they stolen
I might just flip 'em and profit
Makin' more off licks
Run your pockets
My OG's poppin' a rocket
I pray to God they free Gozm
But God don't hear me
These prophets is all too fake so I'm mobbin'
If you can't get 'em
I got 'em
Pull up and handle the problem
Squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
Now you standing bloody can't breathe
Got goonies who gone off that tweak
Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
That just be the truth through these streets
Turn that pussy to a sacrifice
Slash 'n' gut the gar
Ash the blunt and park
Roll the window down and ask the price
I've always hated flashing lights
I'd rather grab the mask and knife
Snag the cash in spite the fact I smashed your bitch for asking nice
I'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
I bag the ice
Ignite the rags in gasoline
One strike of the match and now we talking thrice
Three strikes
I might forget the events of tonight
Ruby all bite
Leave 'em bleeding
Leave the scene and say goodnight
If we got business motherfucker
Let me know
Everybody know my rep since 1994
I don't swing high if I got that nine
Bitch in Calvin Klein
Blunts borderline
Fuck it still smoke it anyway
I be that suicidal worshiped idol
Filled up with that medication
Burning bibles
Grab your child
Chopper style a generation
Reading revelations got me thinking
Been ready to die but I ain't got no fucking patience
You feel me
Waking up dirty sodas get poured in
I had some blues, but I sold 'em
Keep K's in Glocks, but they stolen
I might just flip 'em and profit
Makin' more off licks
Run your pockets
My OG's poppin' a rocket
I pray to God they free Gozm
But God don't hear me
These prophets is all too fake so I'm mobbin'
If you can't get 'em
I got 'em
Pull up and handle the problem
Squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
Now you standing bloody can't breathe
Got goonies who gone off that tweak
Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
That just be the truth through these streets