Z-10
Lyrics
Keep us spinning like a helicopter
We all jenova you can call us mother
The world's fucked we the visualizer
Mercenaries can never faulter
I been smoking on that mid pissin' on your corpse
I fucking sin 26 years deep in mud
Like you know I never cared
Fuck you mercenaries won't give you a break
Heli pulling up its time to wake
Pathetic piece of shit stand up and get hit
Bounties paid with blood money
Locked up in a cage why he acting chummy
Tryna play us he must think we dummies
He'll think this pole is comedy cause it sounds hella funny
Mission completed I'm tying up another bag
Went to catch some bogeys now they're putting up the white flag
Never took us serious they think it's all a gag
When we catch him lacking we gon make his body sag
Keep us spinning like a helicopter
We all jenova you can call us mother
The world's fucked we the visualizer
Mercenaries can never faulter
Your time has come to leave
This infected world
Don't tell me that your proud
You're just another fucking leech
Your time has come to leave
This infected world
Don't tell me that your proud
You're just another fucking leech
Royalty on bitches with the affluence so make way
Homie fucking grinding only grinding for a pay raise
Sending out a decoy have em looking in the same place
Extermination attitude my boy we finna lay waste
Fucking fuck
Biting on your nails until you turn em into bloody stumps
Roll up with the mercenaries pussy we don leveled up
Take it back a couple years I'm going back to huffing dust
Blow a hole right thru his ears that shit be wide as fucking sluts
Keep us spinning like a helicopter
We all jenova you can call us mother
The world's fucked we the visualizer
Mercenaries can never faulter
Ay putting the nail in ya coffin
Crossing off the name of the list of the people that I'm offing
Fucking yo career for a profit
Watching you grief over shit you achieved which is nothing
You need coke for your music?
Regular pussy it's amusing
Think about the crew that you're choosing
Backstabbing fucks everywhere
Bitch what did you think?
Hit the dance floor imma leave the party bloody
Chopper is pansexual way the barrel kissing everybody
Got your head in the wheels of my humvee
Suck me cut me leave me dizzy leave me clumsy
All these leeches on my toes and they smelling so fishy
Can't fix me I'm not even broken you bloated you not my opponent
We know it now get your glock loaded your brain getting blown out
Writer(s): Brett Olsen, Cyrill Hunter, Michael Belanger, Sean Emmerson, Stef M, Trey Carr, William Was
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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