PROSTHETIC LEGS
PROSTHETIC LEGS

City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula - PROSTHETIC LEGS Lyrics

In a chaotic symphony of raw aggression and dark imagery, City Morgue crafts a visceral narrative that delves into the psyche of street warfare and unyielding defiance. The track paints a vivid picture of relentless conflict, where enemies are met with… Read more

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PROSTHETIC LEGS Lyrics

Is that Shoki on the beat?
Vader

Limb mangler, pull up, Jeep Wrangler (okay)
You my opp I said and now I need to send you off (what's up?)
I don't wanna talk to you, talk to the razor (huh?)
I don't wanna talk to you, talk to the razor (okay)
I'm a mad kid when I'm off the acid (okay)
When I'm at the show, bitch, come and show the tits (uh)
I'm a masochist, come on and give me a kiss (uh)
I'm a Rebel 13, Wardog clique (okay)
Used to bite them niggas when they talked about it (okay)
Know the consequences when they talk about it (what's up?)
Cut the barrel off the new shotty (huh?)
Watch the pellets spray when they hit your body (okay)
Real deal, I will kill the witness and it's real spiel
I will peel your lemon (uh-huh)
I'm a cunt fucker, go and count your minutes (uh-huh)
I'm a mischievous, the dirty kid, the menace

If I aim this way, y'all need prosthetic legs (okay)
If he moves, then that nigga ain't dead (what)
If I aim this way, y'all need prosthetic heads (okay)
If he moves, then that nigga ain't dead (what)

Wardog, Wardog, Wardog clique (hey)
Peddle to the floor (what?), Snipers never miss (hey)
Wardog, Wardog, Wardog clique (hey)
Peddle to the floor (what?), Snipers never miss (sleezy)

Aim at your forehead (boom)
Crack it like a raw egg (boom, boom), I'm like a little kid
Rippin' off raw heads (Sleezy)
And the Porsche wrecked (skrt)
Treat you like your ballsack (Sleezy)
Guillotine, you really scream, the floor red
Sniper unwinding (on go), leave a nigga skunky
Pull up like on deep, don't ever try to jump me
Pistol, junkie, all you niggas lunch meat (fuck outta here)
Clean that coupe from the street, pussy make the front stink

If I aim this way, y'all need prosthetic legs (okay)
If he moves, then that nigga ain't dead (what)
If I aim this way, y'all need prosthetic heads (okay)
If he moves, then that nigga ain't dead (what)
If I aim this way, y'all need prosthetic legs (okay)
If he moves, then that nigga ain't dead (what)
If I aim this way, y'all need prosthetic heads (okay)
If he moves, then that nigga ain't dead (what)

Wardog, Wardog, Wardog clique (hey)
Peddle to the floor (what?), Snipers never miss (hey)
Wardog, Wardog, Wardog clique (hey)
Peddle to the floor (what?), Snipers never miss (hey)

Writer(s): Vinicius Sosa, Junius Rogers, David Orion Pointer, Lee Jaehee
Copyright(s): Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of PROSTHETIC LEGS?

In a chaotic symphony of raw aggression and dark imagery, City Morgue crafts a visceral narrative that delves into the psyche of street warfare and unyielding defiance. The track paints a vivid picture of relentless conflict, where enemies are met with ruthless precision and lethal intent. ZillaKami’s and SosMula’s verses are laced with metaphors of violence, depicting themselves as untouchable predators in an unforgiving urban jungle. The recurring mention of "prosthetic legs" and "prosthetic heads" underscores the brutal consequences faced by those who dare to cross them. With references to acid trips, masochism, and sniper accuracy, the song pulses with an anarchic energy that captures the essence of their Wardog clique—a brotherhood bound by survival and savagery on the streets. This is more than just a battle cry; it's an unfiltered glimpse into a world where power is asserted through sheer force and fearlessness.

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