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Opp Stomper (feat. Squelching OK) Video (MV)






Killa Bastard - Opp Stomper (feat. Squelching OK) Lyrics




Blood spills, stained the concrete
Another bastard up for the chopping block
.223, let the numbers speak
Back in blood, what you gonna do bout it

Magazine put him on the front page
Turned his shit down, that's a cold case
So what's the issue, what you gonna do
When I drag his corpse through the block

I ain't got no opps, they inoperable
And I know a spot we can bury you

Bullet point
Added to the list
Lead speaks
I don't draw attention

I know where you at
There's no need to mention
It's the spot, they gone find you dead

Decomposing, rotting in real time
Tuck you in a grave, better sleep tight
Cut this boy up like it's a ribeye
And we see you ain't doing shit

Oh shit
Killa Bastard, Squelching
On some find you in a ditch shit

We were pickin bodies last time in this motherf*cker
Now we putting them in the dirt

So what you gonna do, bitch

Unceasing pain and there's pain again
The urge to kill, can't be contained

I'm stacking bodies left and right, killing bastards
Hanging them from the ropes and the rafters

Left and right, don't f*cking step to me
I'll knock out your lights

Knock out, black out
I'm seeing red till I'm blue in the face

So what you gonna do about it

Me and mine will f*ck you up, son
I'm talking hands and a switch blade
In the street type of shit

Just meet me out back pussy, but you know you f*cking won't, we all know you f*cking won't

All you motherf*ckers do is talk shit, until you get knocked the f*ck out

Unceasing pain
Left and right
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Blood spills, stained the concrete
Another bastard up for the chopping block
.223, let the numbers speak
Back in blood, what you gonna do bout it

Magazine put him on the front page
Turned his shit down, that's a cold case
So what's the issue, what you gonna do
When I drag his corpse through the block

I ain't got no opps, they inoperable
And I know a spot we can bury you

Bullet point
Added to the list
Lead speaks
I don't draw attention

I know where you at
There's no need to mention
It's the spot, they gone find you dead

Decomposing, rotting in real time
Tuck you in a grave, better sleep tight
Cut this boy up like it's a ribeye
And we see you ain't doing shit

Oh shit
Killa Bastard, Squelching
On some find you in a ditch shit

We were pickin bodies last time in this motherf*cker
Now we putting them in the dirt

So what you gonna do, bitch

Unceasing pain and there's pain again
The urge to kill, can't be contained

I'm stacking bodies left and right, killing bastards
Hanging them from the ropes and the rafters

Left and right, don't f*cking step to me
I'll knock out your lights

Knock out, black out
I'm seeing red till I'm blue in the face

So what you gonna do about it

Me and mine will f*ck you up, son
I'm talking hands and a switch blade
In the street type of shit

Just meet me out back pussy, but you know you f*cking won't, we all know you f*cking won't

All you motherf*ckers do is talk shit, until you get knocked the f*ck out

Unceasing pain
Left and right
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Writer: Jaden Pruitt, Fredy Soria
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