Doomsday Mourning - Smiley's Cousin ft. FP | Текст песни

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• Doomsday Mourning
• Smiley's Cousin ft. FP

Late night on the strip,
from 12 - 6 I'm stackin' cream,
you're turning tricks.
I'm your sugar daddy,
I'll buy you what you need,
You'll never see the money,
I'm in it for the greed,
I'm in it for the fucking cream.

I only give a fuck about the money that you're making me.
I never wanna hear about your STD's,
undercover D's to worry me.
I never gave a shit about your crack fiend family.
Excess cream, I'm smokin' trees.
Hit the strip, where the fuck's my money?
Drunk or straight, I'll handle beef.

***Hold up, wait up a minute.
Allow me to express how I feel.
Chest to chest.
No, you never stress to my grill.
So now I'm here to remind you it's not hard to find you,
I'm gonna take you out like a bitch.
You will remember the feeling of your head splitting,
every time you hear my name,
or see my face.***
(*Lyrics and voice by Frankie Palmeri from Emmure.)

No complaints or I'll break your face.
Play your roll and know your place.
Remember how you felt with a gun in your face.
Hesitation gets you killed so you pick up the pace.
Pick up the pace!

Dont try to hold out,
your pussy's sold out!
I'll cut your soul out.
Bitch, I'll cut your soul out!

I'll black the fuckin skies.
Rain blood on your parade.

You'll even see me in hell with blood on my hands.
Over and over and over again...

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