Went To Rehab And All I Got Was This Lousy T Shirt song by $UICIDEBOY$ & Shakewell from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Hip-Hop, Horrorcore music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Went To Rehab And All I Got Was This Lousy T Shirt Meaning
| [[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry] You did good, $lick Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry] Glock is tucked, but the chopper ain’t And I’m aiming for the horizon (Rrah-rrah-rrah) Fully automatic, scope is damaged So I plan on everyone dying (Kill ’em all) Powder residue on my license Mixed the cocaine with some ricin Tears of blood roll down my cheek And I can feel my lips start widening (Hehehehe) Now the whole sky’s full of lightning (Oh) Now all of the vultures arrivin’ (Oh) To pick at the bones on the highway (Oh) Cover my face up in white paint (Oh) I need to hide, the law passing by Police sirens give me a migraine (Oh) Bingе drinkin’ only to stir up a purge Yeah, I guess you can call mе a lightweight (Oh) [Verse 2: Shakewell] Hellcat trucks with the Forgiatos I got fully autos on the nightstand (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Got a black coat with a TP9 Swiss Uzi, B&T, the Taliban These heavy hollows turn ’em Sleepy Hollow No time for sorrow, I’m the black lamb (Baa) From the badlands out to Japan Hear it strike lightning when this backhand land Damn, I be that half-man demigod That’s why they call me Zeus Mount Olympus couldn’t handle us So I’m down with Hades, pourin’ bigger juice Got a hunnid troops, we all takin’ sips (Woah) Drop the coupe top, let the chopper spit When you ten toes, ain’t no takin’ shifts (Woah) I’ma spin the globe ’til there’s nothing left (Sip) , [Verse 3: $crim] AR choppa hanging like a jury Brad Pitt in a tank, Fury Pull up, tweakin’ off a lotta meth Glock-17 shooting prematurely (Yeah, yeah) I was pushing tar up in a hoodie I been who them boys wanted to be I’m who you avoid as a juvie Twenty kicking doors up in Goodbee Yeah, grey be the flag, my diamonds they brag I hop in that big body like I do drag Cancel me please, I rather be banned Fuck all this rapping, I’d rather go scam I’d rather get high, I’d rather go die I’d rather just run and not even try Revenge in my Drac’, pain in my eyes Nailed to the cross, burn me alive (Wetto)] |
