[INTRO]
Yeaahh
Nahhh, fuck I need poppers
Ye, I love this beat
Yo Galactodactyl, wassup
[VERSE 1: JESSE TURVEY]
This the type shit that be bringing out my dark side
I'm living in a place where there's never any sunshine
Where murderous thoughts and lingering plots are on the daily
Preventing myself from killing myself and killing off innocent babies
Complacent invasion of ignorant crazies
I'm a sick a mother fucker bet my middle name is Rabies
Yo bitch gotta fix that vocabulary, No maybes
I got a green belt and I got a red belt
Need a brown belt, I don't want babies..
Ain't that some shit, ain't that bitch
I don't really give fuck I'll strap yo kid
In the middle of the summer with a heater, believe it, not dreaming
I'm a get a little bit lucid bitch
Confused as shit
I'm a get a little more drunk than cruise this bitch
You lose your shit and lose your kid
You're bruises blue like clues and shit
[HOOK x2]
Popper gang, bitch we do the proper thang
Your bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
Cause we the Popper gang
We do the proper thang
Your fucking bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
[VERSE 2: MR COATHANGER]
Everybody everywhere is running for the underground
Popper Gang is coming so now you can see the thunder cloud
Unload the whole clip and load it up with another round
Bang, Bang, Bang!
And people are falling to the ground
Mother fucker I'm amazing
Catch me over here blazing
The mother fucker replacing all of the faces
Rearranging everything in your place
For the sake that you think that you're going insane
You making mistakes so I'm taking your place
You should see the fucking look on your face
Keep a bitch with a mother fuckin' tool on her waist
Not a bitch face down in a pool, that's a waste
Ya I could probably kill a kid
But everybody think that I already did
You ain't gonna stop shit
You trying to stop this
Everybody just chill, everybody get real
We coming and we ain't making no deals
Ya we taking your meals
Now tell me how that feel
You all up in my grill ?
Than my boys gonna take you to the river
And they cutting out your liver
Now you floatin' up the river
Cold water make you shiver
Now you thinking that it's Winter
I'm a mother fuckin' winner
I don't even rock spinners
Deliver cynical lyric
You hear it, don't even come near it
You gonna fear to the to the point that you ain't even coherent
BITCH…
[HOOK x4]
Popper gang, bitch we do the proper thang
Your bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
Cause we the Popper gang
We do the proper thang
Your fucking bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
Yeaahh
Nahhh, fuck I need poppers
Ye, I love this beat
Yo Galactodactyl, wassup
[VERSE 1: JESSE TURVEY]
This the type shit that be bringing out my dark side
I'm living in a place where there's never any sunshine
Where murderous thoughts and lingering plots are on the daily
Preventing myself from killing myself and killing off innocent babies
Complacent invasion of ignorant crazies
I'm a sick a mother fucker bet my middle name is Rabies
Yo bitch gotta fix that vocabulary, No maybes
I got a green belt and I got a red belt
Need a brown belt, I don't want babies..
Ain't that some shit, ain't that bitch
I don't really give fuck I'll strap yo kid
In the middle of the summer with a heater, believe it, not dreaming
I'm a get a little bit lucid bitch
Confused as shit
I'm a get a little more drunk than cruise this bitch
You lose your shit and lose your kid
You're bruises blue like clues and shit
[HOOK x2]
Popper gang, bitch we do the proper thang
Your bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
Cause we the Popper gang
We do the proper thang
Your fucking bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
[VERSE 2: MR COATHANGER]
Everybody everywhere is running for the underground
Popper Gang is coming so now you can see the thunder cloud
Unload the whole clip and load it up with another round
Bang, Bang, Bang!
And people are falling to the ground
Mother fucker I'm amazing
Catch me over here blazing
The mother fucker replacing all of the faces
Rearranging everything in your place
For the sake that you think that you're going insane
You making mistakes so I'm taking your place
You should see the fucking look on your face
Keep a bitch with a mother fuckin' tool on her waist
Not a bitch face down in a pool, that's a waste
Ya I could probably kill a kid
But everybody think that I already did
You ain't gonna stop shit
You trying to stop this
Everybody just chill, everybody get real
We coming and we ain't making no deals
Ya we taking your meals
Now tell me how that feel
You all up in my grill ?
Than my boys gonna take you to the river
And they cutting out your liver
Now you floatin' up the river
Cold water make you shiver
Now you thinking that it's Winter
I'm a mother fuckin' winner
I don't even rock spinners
Deliver cynical lyric
You hear it, don't even come near it
You gonna fear to the to the point that you ain't even coherent
BITCH…
[HOOK x4]
Popper gang, bitch we do the proper thang
Your bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
Cause we the Popper gang
We do the proper thang
Your fucking bitch about to make me cum
You better stop her mang
( Popper Gang )
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