Your Favorite Martian – Love The Way You Lie Lyrics



I’m tired of the games! Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie. Come back!”
We’re runnin’ right back, here we go again! You swore you’d never hit ’em, never do nothin’ to hurt ’em. You push pull each other’s hair, scratch claw,
Hit ’em, throw ’em down, pin ’em, so lost in the moments when you’re in
’em. Next time I’m pissed I’ll put my fist through the dry wall! And right before I’m about to drown, she resuscitates me,
She f**kin’ hates me, and I love it. I can only tell you what it feels like. As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight. I guess I don’t know my own strength. Come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk! I’m Superman with the wind at his back, she’s Lois Lane. I know I’m a liar! Guess that they don’t know ya, ’cause today, that was yesterday. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s all right, because I like the way it hurts. Now you’re in each other’s face, spewin’ venom in your words when you spit
’em. Guess that’s why they call it window pane. Next time? It’s so insane, cause when it’s goin’ good, it’s goin’ great. I can’t breathe, but I still fight while I can fight. High off her love, drunk from my hate, it’s like I’m huffin’ paint. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie… I love the way you lie. I just want her back! So they say it’s best to go your separate ways. You ever love somebody so much, you can barely breathe. But when it’s bad it’s awful, I feel so ashamed. Yesterday is over, it’s a different day. Sound like broken records playin’ over,
But you promised her, next time you’ll show restraint
You don’t get another chance. Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball! If she ever tries to f**kin’ leave again,
I’ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire! Now you’re getting f**kin’ sick of lookin’ at ’em. I apologize, even though I know it’s lies! Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again. It’s the rage that’s the culprit, controls you both. I can’t tell you what it really is. Now you get to watch her leave out the window. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie. I don’t even know his name.”
I laid hands on her, I’ll never stoop so low again. YOUR FAVORITE MARTIANLove The Way You Lie Lyrics
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s all right, because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s all right, because I like the way it hurts. I snap, “Who’s that dude? Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills used to get ’em. When you with ’em you meet, and neither one of you even know what hit ’em. There won’t be no next time! And right now, there’s a steel knife in my windpipe. Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that’s all right, because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that’s all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie. And I love it, the more I suffer, I suffocate. “Wait, where you goin’?”
“I’m leavin’ you!”
“No you ain’t!



Dayglo Abortions – Sit On My Face And Bleed Lyrics



DAYGLO ABORTIONSSit On My Face And Bleed Lyrics
Oh baby, it’s rag time
Makes me happy
Don’t lick the wound
That never heals
It’s my sex therapy
Come sit on my
Face and bleed
We’ve discussed this before
I know it pleases
The f**k out of you
When I stick my tongue
In your butt and
Lick the poo
Oh baby
Said oh baby
Oh baby
It’s rag time
After this session
Will you lick the cum
Off my face
Let’s do it again
Come sit on my
Face and bleed
We’ve discussed this before
I know it pleases
The f**k out of you
When I stick my tongue
In your butt and
Lick the poo
Oh baby
Said oh baby
Oh baby
It’s rag time again
I know that no one else
Will do this for you
Cause I consider myself
A mortal god
Come sit on my
Face and bleed
We’ve discussed this before
I know it pleases
The f**k out of you
When I stick my tongue
In your butt and
Lick the poo
Oh baby
Said oh baby
Oh baby
It’s rag time
I have no intelligence
Just stupidity
That’s why these lyrics
Were written by me
Come sit on my
Face and bleed
We’ve discussed this before
I know it pleases
The f**k out of you
When I stick my tongue
In your butt and
Lick the poo



Dead Meadow – I’m Gone Lyrics



DEAD MEADOWI’m Gone Lyrics
The first task that did appear
Across the blackening sky
Not only empty, it’s below
I walk some more, I cry
Don’t break me fragilely, lay still
But if you want me to
I could be with you now
Come the light of dawn
I’m movin on
But with the rain comes the wind
Yes that storm is comin round again
I picture you in my mind
Those places waiting
I hope not to see, again
But if you want me to
I could be with you now
Come the light of dawn
I’m movin on
Yeah, I’m gone
Whatever you may feel
Time moves as it will
However you choose to deal
Lord knows I tried
But time, don’t stand still
If you want me to
I could be with you now
Come the light of dawn
I’m gone



Dawn Of Tears – Mr. Jarrod Lyrics



Are you sure that they’re not alive,
After all…? Crystallized time through the shades
Of further times
What does your heart want to feel
through the caress of a frozen skin? Jarrod Lyrics
Betrayed by the hands of greed
my beloved art turns to buried sea
They thought that I was consumed
Into a hell-raised pire
and I’m just hidden awaiting
for the precious time I’ll be back
Now all of my talent will show
how to face the revenge
Know how to learn to taste my
sadic Masterpiece
Complaining myself
I’ve found out my Muse again
She has returned from her grave
Tearing the veil
I’ve lost my reality
nothing compares to her grace
Twisted minded behind of my mask
my unsouled children
reclaim their revenge from the past
Screaming in silence
my sons of history live
What does your heart want to see
through the mesmerized eyes of the myth? DAWN OF TEARSMr.



Darkthrone – Running For Borders Lyrics



DARKTHRONERunning For Borders Lyrics
Drowned in stellar dust
We create beginning and end
Crumbles constantly
We know the center of End
Who are you on stage? Breathe deeply
Lungs filled with waste
Running for borders
Helpless heart
Pumping fuel, veins splintered
Thoughts divided
Building up chaos
Torn from haven
Answers never come
Floating wisdom
Ancient in its purest form
Gravitate towards center
Visuals fade
This is the realm of power
Stellar detonations
Universe is gloating, hovering
Judge, jury and executioner
Now freeze
Veins injected with time



De Vision – Death Of Me Lyrics



DE VISIONDeath Of Me Lyrics
I don’t have a clue
But I know I’m a fool for you
I don’t wanna be
A paltry slave to my destiny
I shine I hurt I stumble
And might be led astray
Believe Believe
You’ll be the death of me
I don’t have a clue
But I guess I’m in love with you
Baby you’ve blown my mind
I have cravings of the strangest kind
I shine I hurt I stumble
And might be led astray
Believe Believe
You’ll be the death of me
Beautiful things will happen to you
Beautiful things will make them come true



Do no wrong – Hustle Gang feat. T.I. lyrics



it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooonggg. Top 5 and I’m not dead
Drop head in this drop .. Ain’t nun’ but exotics, ain’t nun’ but exotics
Guns in my palace, guns in my palace
Nothin’ but hundreds, nothin’ but hundreds and thousands, I stack it
Ten thousand, I stack it and holler my gunner
Holler my gunner, stay on automatic, stay on automatic
But we don’t give no damn, don’t give no damn
Don’t give no f**k, don’t give no f**k
Pull up on your block, pull up on your block
And wet that hoe up, and wet that hoe up
In a new Bentley truck, a new Bentley truck
Pocket full of that .., full of that .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong. Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong. Soon as I pull up, your hoe wanna give me her number
Dropping the top on my dawn (Yeah)
Look like we dead in the summer
Long live Peanut Da Don
We come from the trenches, the gutter
Yeah, another shoutout to my brother
Making a sucker take cover
Quarter million, we stuff in the duffel
We can’t do no wrooong, ’cause they love us
The city, they love us, for real. me tho
13 h**s in my ratio
All I want is Felacio (That’s head)
Hoe sit down, .. Hustle Gang lyrics
Video wrong How we livin’ changing
It ain’t been same since .. You smoke too much, give my blunt back (Give it)
ATL, we won’t stand that
Your b***h bad, we extend that (F**k her)
Pipe a .., we extend that
We gon’ drag the hoe up and down, side to side and front to back
Walk around with them Louis on
Bryce, get your boy groupie home
Tech .. faces
Surrounded by all my day ones, only way that I feel the safest
Alexander MCqueen, .., no laces
I’m picking up the tab, quick payment
I’m tryna make it out of the basement
Another headshot for a racist
A bad thot running ’round the bases
.. Hold up, hold up, turn up and .., turn up and .. came in. Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. out with that cooler on me
Bow bow, get it moving homie. , could you blame her? it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong versuri-lyrics.info
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong. Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. Yeah, uh, tryna roll me up a M
Tell the b***h, give me a backwood
Tryna get a little head
Ooh, ooh, ooh, that’ good
You want war with Dro, you gotta .. I ain’t pimping, bih excuse me
Hoe, you must’ve been mislead (Hold up)
While i’m sipping this .. ain’t save her
.. Switch shirts ’till I .. Lyrics Hustle Gang – Do no wrong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. I just recreate it when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sat back and contemplate it, when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just did this s**t how I want
The only way I knew that, was when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scan off with the latest
Pool party with the A-list
Feeling so innovative
Breaking bread with .. joined .. Turn up and .., turn up and ..



Krankes Biz – Crz7 songtexte



Eine Mutter zerbricht
Schämt sich in Grund und Boden – so ‘nen Jung’n wollte sie nicht
Fragt sich, was sie angerichtet hat
Ihr sagt, „Ist alles ganz normal.“, sei’n wir froh, dass Essen auf dem Tisch landet
Die hab’n euch so in der Kralle, dass alles aus ist
Ihr manifestiert diese Realität – willkomm’n im Township! gebrettert, ihr seid ja so krasse Rapper
Deshalb geht’s schnell von der Hand, ja, .. Auf der ihr Songs nach Kinofilmen oder Ikonen benennt
Oder PlayStation-Spielen oder woher ihr die scheiß Inspiration bekommt
Ihr merkt es nicht, ihr seid so todes wack
Und frischt dieselbe Gülle wieder auf, wenn was Neues in Mode kommt
Ihr definiert eure Person durch Trends
Sprecht in Interviews besonnen, aber spittet teuflisch
Zwei Seiten, mit den’n ihr dann die kleinen Kids ausbeutet
Anti Babylon, als wüsstet ihr, was der S**t bedeutet
Guckt euch doch nur mal an, ihr wandelnden Litfaßsäulen
Ihr wandelnden Werbeträger fresst im Trikot ‘nen Hummer
Fühlt euch nach was, fühlt euch nach euren Shirts, ihr großen Nummern
Ich könnt’ vor Wut kotzen, seh’ ich, wie Talent unten bleibt
Während ihr euch in der Vetternwirtschaft die Kunden reibt
Ein’n auf Mann macht, aber die Größten im Lutschen seid
Während wir schuften wie’n verlassener Vater für Unterhalt
Sowas verdient kein’n Respekt
Der Untergrund war und ist schon immer die weitaus höhere Liga im Rap.(krankes biz)
“Some hate the fact that I’m still here
Still ill, still raw, give me a break”
“No doubt, you don’t know what it’s about
You think you spitting game, but the game spit you out”
“Keep it underground”, “no doubt”
“Spit every verse like it’s my last one”
“Still here, still ill, still raw” – “you don’t know what it’s about
You think you spitting game, but the game spit you outtt.”(krankes biz)
Cr7z songtexte
Video biz f*ck deine Mutter! f*ck dies und das! Und dieses Schiff wird aufsteigen, aber nicht wie Jesus
Sondern in Gestalt einer alles zu Staub zerf*ckenden A-Bomb
Ob man’s mir glaubt oder nicht, ich wünsche niemandem etwas Schlechtes
Zumindestens nicht im Rapbiz
Nach der Enttäuschung kam die Wut, ich hielt auch lang genug die Fresse
Solang, bis es hieß, „Der Typ ist depri!“
Ich war Battle-MC auf der Straße als’s noch nicht ma’n Netz gab
Battle-MC, als noch Kassetten in der Anlage im Deck war’n
Back to basic, wenn man so möchte, jetzt gibt’s aufn Deckel
Wenn man etwas empathischer wird, bin ich der Letzte, der noch ‘ne Strafe ausführt
Wie der Staat und seine Schergen versuri-lyrics.info
Seine Gang, ausgestattet mit TEC und ihrem ständigen Nerven
Exekutive, ich darf mich in dem Stress nicht verlieren
Die tiefschwarzen Kräfte in mir strikt nicht entfesseln
Wenn so ein Todesroulette stoppt
Würd’ ich nie im Leben das Leben treffen wie den scheiß Candy-Crush-Jackpot
Propz und Credits an die mit dem Siegel Einzigartig
Wär’ ich wirklich geisteskrank, dann nur auf Teilzeitbasis
Underhyped, doch mit Features dieser Elite
Niemand hat so ‘ne Agenda, et zum motherfucking cetera
To be continuous setters veteran, sein Flieger stealth, die Konkurrenz ist bah
Und selbst, wenn sie ihre Reimketten jetzt einmal endlich auch in die Länge zieh’n
Erzähl’n sie trotzdem immer noch denselben Scheiß – wie häng’ngeblieben! manchmal besser
Geratet nicht in die Schnelle, wenn meine Welle aufkommt
f*ckt eure gestreckten Tracks, Intros, Skits, Interludes und Outros
Wer braucht das schon auf ‘ner CD ohne Konzept? Das hat nichts mit Skillerweiterung zu tun, klingt zwar geil und cool
Ist nur leider pures Kaschier’n von inhaltsfreien Liedern
Sie sind wie Vir’n, die in einem Wirt resistenter werden
Schlecht kopiert heißt hier nicht weiterentwickelt, ihr denkt berserker
Ach und weil ich unter ihn’n steh’
Muss ich mich wirklich wundern über folgenden Punkt, denn ich ray wie ein Röntgengerät
Sie klauen mir vereinzelte Lines
Bauen sie um oder verändern daran kleine Details
Witzigerweise so, dass Sinnigkeit dabei nicht bleibt
Ich bin ein Unikat, Fanta wird nicht zu Cola, wenn man reinscheißt
Ungebildet, nur dümmlicher Sprache mächtig
Ja, man weiß, was ihr meint, aber bei Philosophie wird’s lächerlich
Back to the essence, beschäftigt euch wieder mit dem Phrasendreschen
Das könnt ihr am besten, klingt in euerm Fall auch nah am Echten
Nah an dem, was ihr draufhabt
Das nagt jetzt paradoxerweise an euch pro Versuch vom Laufrad auszubrechen
Hamstert eure Killerlines in euern Bausebäckchen
Eure Killerlines sind feather-light, die ich wie Staub wegwisch’
Frei im Vogelkäfig, bis sie von mir ausgesetzt werd’n
Ihr überlebt in mei’m Gebiet nicht mit geklauter Technik
Euch fehlt’s an Rapgespür, glaub ma’ Ras Kass
The early bird gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird
Egal, wie perfekt ihr wirkt und von Aufrichtigkeit sprecht
Eure Augen sind dennoch nicht grad vertrauenserweckend
Dann der Scheiß über das Frau’nabchecken
Hätten die was in der Birne, würden sie schreiend und haareraufend wegrenn’n
Hauptsächlich geht es euch um Wohlstand, Cash und schnelle Autos
Die Fans entsprechen Melkmaschinen, also schnell was rausbring’n
Schnell aufs .. Die Hip-Hop-Medien spring’n direkt auf den gleichen Zug
Clickbait, kein’n f*ck geben, scheiß doch auf die kleinen Hohl-
birnen, die sind schließlich das, womit das Biest gespeist wird, yo
„Hip hop hooray“ war mal, jetzt heißt’s „Hip-Hop Hurensohn!“
f*ck dein Leben! Songtexte Cr7z – Krankes biz
Sie manipulier’n die Jugend mit einer Form von Mind Control
Promodisses, um die Kohle der Kids reinzuhol’n
Die geifern mit offenem Mund wie auf Betonspritzen
Nach neuem Hass – welcher der Rapper besteigt den Thron? Irgendwann f*cken sie auch ‘nen verdammten Baum auf Stoff und Schnaps
Wir zerstör’n, wir zersägen, wir zerf*cken, wir töten
Wir holen die Hölle höchstpersönlich auf den blauen Planeten
Merkt ihr nicht, was ihr da tut?



GETOFFMYDICK



Lyrics to ‘GETOFFMYDICK’ by Ugly God:

Lyrics will be transcribed upon release! –Verse: Ugly God–
Fuck ya wave, momma might sink yo ship
Tell your bitch I’m Backpage, like a pimp
Momma ain’t raise no bitch
She ain’t raise no wimp
Pockets fat; I walk with a limp
Talking down, bitch I’ll leave you with a slimp
I ain’t gonna stop until my name cross a Blimp!



Like A Maverick



What you mean I ain’t stunting
I make cake, like a easy bake oven Lyrics to ‘Like A Maverick’ by Ugly God:

–Verse–
What’s the word, what’s the catch
Im at ‘cha neck, ayy
Base bumpin’
Bitch I’m lit, say something
Late night, early morning cake thumbing
What the fuck?



LDC (Little Dick Clique)



–Hook–
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yeah, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yeah, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
–Verse 1–
I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 goons on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me papi
Hoes on my dick cause I look like Bill Cosby
Ugly God skate on the booty, fuck hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance but these niggas can’t stop me
I’m Ugly God I make your bitch drip like a tsunami
–Hook–
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
–Verse 2–
I’m just being honest, nigga I know i’m the hottest
Ugly God dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, i’m finna buy some chocolate
Young Ugly God, i’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Ugly God, bitch i’m just being honest
Young Ugly God drink water off the faucet
Young Ugly God, fold your bitch like a omelette
–Hook–
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
–Tag–
Thank’s Ugly God! Lyrics to ‘LDC (Little Dick Clique)’ by Ugly God:

–Tag–
Thanks Ugly God!



No Lies



I’m at your neck
–Verse 1: Ugly God–
Bass bumpin’, bitch I’m lit, say somethin’
Late night, early morning, cake thumbin’
What the fuck? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I’m at your neck
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I’m at your neck Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? What you mean I ain’t stuntin’? I’m at your neck
–Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa–
Let’s go to catch, go to Bootsy’s, go to Vegas
Go to work, young Khalifa on your playlist
Go to church, but she still smoke papers
Go to Cannes, go to France, go to Jamaica
Eyes low it might look like I’m korean
Diamond chain it look like somebody [?]
Hoes know, niggas know so they don’t try me
Keep it on me, never know these niggas grimy
Playstation, Dreamcast how I be ballin’
No games, fucked your bitch now she callin’
Six rings, I’m the best like I’m Jordan
No look, catch the pass then I’m scorin’
–Chorus: Ugly God–
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? I’m at your neck
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I make cake like a easy bake oven
Look me face to face, don’t tell no lie
Get your shit together, please don’t throw me to the side
Don’t pay no mind, if you just gon’ waste my time
You hear this all the time but I think you should be mine (with your sexy ass)
Ain’t no rush, take your time be patient
Tell the truth, save them lies goodness gracious
Lizard Man, Ugly God, Pussy Bacon
Booty Gang, underground sensation
–Chorus: Ugly God–
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I’m at your neck
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Lyrics to ‘No Lies’ by Ugly God:

–Chorus: Ugly God–
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch?



Stop Smoking Black & Milds



Lyrics to ‘Stop Smoking Black & Milds’ by Ugly God:

–Intro–
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Bring it back, what
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy
Ayy
–Chorus–
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy
Stop smoking Blacks, bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
–Verse 1–
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip
–Chorus–
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy
Stop smoking Blacks, bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
–Verse 2–
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke
–Outro–
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch



Undertaker



Lyrics to ‘Undertaker’ by Ugly God:

–Ugly God’s producer tag–
Thanks, Ugly God
–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life
–Verse 1: Ugly God–
Now, that my name big on a banner
Bitch, look at my glamour, my middle name tanner
Fuck Donald Trump, ’cause I trap Bernie Sanders
Talk down on me, you’ll get hurt for the slander
I got your bitch and she wet like a tidal wave
Run up on me and I might take your life away
I bust a nut in your microwave
Bitch, I’m the shit, I stay lit like a fireplace
I’m Ugly God and I’m the undertaker, I’ma find your bitch and I’ma funnel cake her
Bitch, I’m rich, I got a ton of paper, I’ma fuck your bitch and get her number later
But wait, all of these bitches want cake, all of these niggas is snakes
I’ll take your bitch to my place, I’ll knock it down and I’ll shake
–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life
–Verse 2: Lil’ Yachty–
Hunnid grand for my initials
I’m not the one the one with the pistols
So I’m not the one you be watching
I’m [?], like the watchmen
Everyone is a lame, [?], like I’m undercover
Grab the shit, in the bag, break it up, fuck the cops
It’s yellow time, fuck a funk shine, got a mini fridge full of rave
She [?], like it’s ring
She wanna fuck on the team
Got a bad bitch from the Southside, all a nigga hear is “ring, ring”
So all she hear is “ching, ching”
And all she want is bling, bling
Lil’ Boat
–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life



I’m Tryna Fuck



Lyrics to ‘I’m Tryna Fuck’ by Ugly God:

–Tag–
Thanks Ugly God! –Hook–
When I’m in the bus, I sit in the back
When I’m tryna fuck she gon’ give me back
Niggas said I fell off well bitch I’m back
Spent a couple racks, bitch I make it back
–Verse 1–
Cause I just got rich on these niggas
I blew up and dipped on these niggas
I’m balling and whipped on these niggas
Cause I’m really sick of these niggas
Shoutout lil boat cause I wanna get on a lil boat and then drift on these niggas
They stealing my wave, with this water shit, I was the first one to drip on these niggas
(?), Ima empty the clip on these niggas