Head bob, head bob
Turn into concussion
Ain't no burner that I'm clutching
But I murder what I'm touching
Mowing anybody down that just be in my path
They're gripping straps but they're really not equipped with that
Bullshit in fact
Not a single click or clack
No McDonald's but you get hit with the biggest macs
Without an order of fries
You better run and hide
Cover your daughter's eyes
Or she'll be mortified
I'll leave her horrified
From the fact that she just watched her f*cking father die
Daddy did wrong huh
Told him he won't go and talk that shit for long bruh
Bullets beating on his chest
King Kong bruh
I know you hear the metal banging like a gong bruh
This is the eulogy
This is the song bruh
This shit isn't new to me
And ever since a toddler
Became the one who grew to be
The one who would off ya
If you get to shooting we
Got janitors to mop ya
We'll drop ya
When you reach for the fame
To the demons you pray
Succeed in the game
At a cost
Don't speak on our name
Got a beam we could aim
And we gon feed a lame
To the dogs
He ain't breathing today
No speech or debate
Keep dreaming away when you're lost
The Kutt-Outs - Dawgs Lyrics
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Head bob, head bob
Turn into concussion
Ain't no burner that I'm clutching
But I murder what I'm touching
Mowing anybody down that just be in my path
They're gripping straps but they're really not equipped with that
Bullshit in fact
Not a single click or clack
No McDonald's but you get hit with the biggest macs
Without an order of fries
You better run and hide
Cover your daughter's eyes
Or she'll be mortified
I'll leave her horrified
From the fact that she just watched her f*cking father die
Daddy did wrong huh
Told him he won't go and talk that shit for long bruh
Bullets beating on his chest
King Kong bruh
I know you hear the metal banging like a gong bruh
This is the eulogy
This is the song bruh
This shit isn't new to me
And ever since a toddler
Became the one who grew to be
The one who would off ya
If you get to shooting we
Got janitors to mop ya
We'll drop ya
When you reach for the fame
To the demons you pray
Succeed in the game
At a cost
Don't speak on our name
Got a beam we could aim
And we gon feed a lame
To the dogs
He ain't breathing today
No speech or debate
Keep dreaming away when you're lost
Turn into concussion
Ain't no burner that I'm clutching
But I murder what I'm touching
Mowing anybody down that just be in my path
They're gripping straps but they're really not equipped with that
Bullshit in fact
Not a single click or clack
No McDonald's but you get hit with the biggest macs
Without an order of fries
You better run and hide
Cover your daughter's eyes
Or she'll be mortified
I'll leave her horrified
From the fact that she just watched her f*cking father die
Daddy did wrong huh
Told him he won't go and talk that shit for long bruh
Bullets beating on his chest
King Kong bruh
I know you hear the metal banging like a gong bruh
This is the eulogy
This is the song bruh
This shit isn't new to me
And ever since a toddler
Became the one who grew to be
The one who would off ya
If you get to shooting we
Got janitors to mop ya
We'll drop ya
When you reach for the fame
To the demons you pray
Succeed in the game
At a cost
Don't speak on our name
Got a beam we could aim
And we gon feed a lame
To the dogs
He ain't breathing today
No speech or debate
Keep dreaming away when you're lost
Writer: Nolan Patterson
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