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8corpses - 5150 Lyrics

Apr 3, 2020
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5150 Lyrics

It’s the motherfucking schizo
Suicidal Klepto
Finna go psycho
If I wanna steal something
I’ll take ya fucking life
I’m not bluffing though
I don’t need to act loco
I got the records to show
This ain’t a persona
Depression inertia
It’s all vice versa
Kleptomania
Schizophrenia
Bipolar mania
Paranoia
Cut your fucking trachea
I don’t give a shit
Homicide on my mind bitch
It’s relentless
Temper like I’m Kemper
Strapped like a sniper
Evil motherfucker
Always feeling somber
Kill you in your slumber
Temper like I’m Kemper
Strapped like a sniper
Evil motherfucker
I can turn yo bitch to a fiend
Make her pop a bean
Then she drop to her knees
Sucking on my dick
Like she’s pumping gasoline
Shawty keep bouncing like a trampoline
Rattle that ass like a tambourine
Smoking on my dope
Whatcha need
I got my street family
Right behind me
5150
If I make a movie
Your body
Will make a cameo
When I pull up
With some shooters
We ain’t talking video
Make you see the light
Shits a fucking idiom
You’re headed to the crematorium
Empty your ashes in a stagnate aquarium
That’s verbatim
I am the hellspawn
That the fiends fawn
TAGGING UP YOUR BLOCK
MY FUCKS ARE JUST VACANT
If you know me
That is just blatant
Inner desire to wanna deface shit
Most y’all motherfuckers are parasitic
Probably offered your favorite rapper acid
I’m your plugs plug just to be candid
I won’t get caught lacking
 I’m the emo hood hippie
These demons within me
Make me wanna crawl outta my skin
Getting high like Jim Morrison
Akathisia
From the psych medicine
Shit is poison
It’s counterintuitive
Wanna die out like Philip Seymour Hoffman
Will a bullet be my last cuisine
Life is overwhelming me
5150

It’s the motherfucking schizo
Suicidal Klepto
Finna go psycho
If I wanna steal something
I’ll take ya fucking life
I’m not bluffing though
I don’t need to act loco
I got the records to show
This ain’t a persona
Depression inertia
It’s all vice versa
Kleptomania
Schizophrenia
Bipolar mania
Paranoia
Cut your fucking trachea
I don’t give a shit
Homicide on my mind bitch
It’s relentless
Temper like I’m Kemper
Strapped like a sniper
Evil motherfucker
Always feeling somber
Kill you in your slumber
Temper like I’m Kemper
Strapped like a sniper
Evil motherfucker
I can turn yo bitch to a fiend
Make her pop a bean
Then she drop to her knees
Sucking on my dick
Like she’s pumping gasoline
Shawty keep bouncing like a trampoline
Rattle that ass like a tambourine
Smoking on my dope
Whatcha need
I got my street family
Right behind me
5150
If I make a movie
Your body
Will make a cameo
When I pull up
With some shooters
We ain’t talking video
Make you see the light
Shits a fucking idiom
You’re headed to the crematorium
Empty your ashes in a stagnate aquarium
That’s verbatim
I am the hellspawn
That the fiends fawn
TAGGING UP YOUR BLOCK
MY FUCKS ARE JUST VACANT
If you know me
That is just blatant
Inner desire to wanna deface shit
Most y’all motherfuckers are parasitic
Probably offered your favorite rapper acid
I’m your plugs plug just to be candid
I won’t get caught lacking
 I’m the emo hood hippie
These demons within me
Make me wanna crawl outta my skin
Getting high like Jim Morrison
Akathisia
From the psych medicine
Shit is poison
It’s counterintuitive
Wanna die out like Philip Seymour Hoffman
Will a bullet be my last cuisine
Life is overwhelming me
5150

Writer(s): EIGHT CORPSES
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