morgue (feat. Pitfall)

(Mommworld) This-This time you're the trash man, put a hazmat Bring-Bring me to the yard, and squeeze me in a dirtbag-bag-bag Fuck it, push a needle through my veins Fuck it, put the money in the case Strip me, then consume me in the rain Don't even wanna get myself to fame Just don't put dirt on my na- (ca—) I can't just sto-o-op Watch me burn, watch me talkin' to the sun Let's talk to birds, let's go grab them, grab a ton-ton Come-Come and front, use no gun, got no guts Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wrap it in plastic, put the drugs in the attic Shoot all you want, yeah, you know I'm causing havoc IFAK in a TacTec Put your body in the grave, how traumatic There was four, now there's three Turn a two, into a one Look around, yeah, there's nowhere left to run I already won, it was over before it begun .33 in the clip, look at what became Yeah, I'm still a kid, but I'll blow your fuckin' brain Look at the wall, now it's covered in stains Just know that we are not the same This time you're the trash man, put a hazmat Bri-Bri-Bring me to the yard, and put me in a trash— Fuck it, push a needle through my veins Fuck it, put the money in the case Strip me, then consume me in the rain Don't even wanna get myself to fame Just don't put dirt on my name Just don't put dirt on my name