$uicideBoy$, Germ — Hepatitis G

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Niggas on banana peels, always gettin’ that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin’ that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin’ that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin’ that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most

Lord of doom, King of gloom
Slowly crawling out my tomb
Find out where you stayin’ fool
Cock it back and spray the room
Blood and murder
I’m the serpent out the book of Genesis
It’s for certain close the curtains
You won’t live to see your kids
You ain’t drinking Activis
You are just an actor, bitch
Yung Christ the immaculate
Ball my fist and smack a bitch
King of this shit so, welcome to death row, $uicide
You know how it go hoe
But I ain’t lil Germ though
God of the infernos

Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin’ that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most

Aye, aye
I fuckin’ love it, the smell of rubish
Ain’t no discussion, ’bout my decisions in public
Just let me run in gunnin’
Go lucky faggot, smacked him in the face
With a pack of acid
I’m trippin’ but she said to keep my head up
Pickin’ up drugs ain’t no keepin’ the dump
Hand on the pump, thinkin’ bout callin’ it off
Family problems, just a bunch of motherfuckers lost with no cause
Loogies from the Uzi leave ya’ oozin’
Shootin’ movie
Left her with no jacuzzi scene in sight
The five, the eagle gon’ bite, ridin’ round town with a fist full of spite
Bitch just kill me now, cause it’s gon’ be over
Ran out of options, just kill the rodents

Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels always gettin’ that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most

6 blunts and they all for Mutt
Give none to the sluts
7th Ward where I cut up guts
Nugs up for the pluck
8th of bud
Fucking roll and puff
Now I’m soaked in Tuss
In the Rover Truck
Serving hoes with lust
Throwed, I’m swerving curves
I bust on curbs on purpose
Learn to trust the serpent soaked in blood
Potent rust encrusts the shogun’s blade but now it’s broken up
Coke and dust
Lil bit on the razor when I opened up my wrist
My bloody fist is fucking cold and I’m numb

«Why do you think it is so violent? Why is it so violent in New Orleans?»
«Shit man, fuck, it’s violent ’cause fuck—they don’t wanna give a nigga no fucking job, ya’ hear me? They look at a nigga they like: «fuck, you a hoodlum», ya’ hear me? So fuck, if you don’t wanna give it to me, ya’ hear me? And I’m tryna do the right thing, ya’ hear me? Fuck, well fuck it, look here, I gotta go take it, ya’ hear me? Fuck it.»