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Morgue Lyrics by Trizz

+1up

2011

[Verse 1]:
Kicking natural factuals, when I'm rapping to you
A couple of rappers come up missing, like what happened to you
Trizz had to do you, and do all the actions you do, call it lyrical voodoo, I'm sad to say we had to lose you
I cause chaos, they it's not gonna pay off, and I should get a job, live average, and get laid off
Fuck that, I've got plans, I'm a dreamer
Fantasies of being with an actress, have you seen her?
Probably not, because I'm yet to imagine, I also got a girl, she would've probably never happened
Addicted to the rappin', like back then crack addicts
Tying off in attics, with a bunch of rapping hasbeens
Have you ever seen a rapper slit his wrists? No, me either, but I'm looking forward to the experience
Don’t trip, I know exactly where my veins are, barely leave a faint scar, laced arm, it ain’t hard
Niggas panic, getting frantic, when I'm at it thrashing
Get lit and split over shit, like the blunt we passing
My mind's gone, and to be honest, yo, I lost it
Getting all nauseous and shit, feeling car sick
I got words that'll twist you like a pretzel
Dislex you, wreck you, fuck you up, I bet you
And if I die, bet my life, my soul will get you
Sing a la-la bye, so you rest, before he lets you
Hit your knees, pray to me, like I'm father
No diss to my God, Masha'Allah before I bye bye
You niggas funny style, so I hit you with the Ha-Ha
Nigga who you fooling, nigga sweet, like the na-na
I serve niggas like a waitress, you ain't shit
Doctor on the floor, I'm a surgeon, losing patience
Niggas on my dick, and I'm losing room for fake shit
You kinda late trick, but to looking on the thanks bitch
[Verse 2](Jack Mushroom):
We unpredictable, y'all flow despicable
Bitch get the principle, Wolf Gang's invincible
Nuns getting spiritual, asking for a miracle, to stop these kids from getting rowdy, and fucking physical
Fisting pregnant bitches, ripping out umbilicals
To hang my father, and make my life less miserable
I'm catching ad bodies, snapping eggs like bad blotties
Soaring in my Bugatti, I stab ? shawty
Bury the bitch sloppy, in a fucking porta potty, killing everybody, Wolf Jack, sent by Illuminati
Fuck being superstitious, I'm bringing all crucifixes
To hell with Jesus these triple sixes, on the
Odd nemesis of broad triple sixes, you stupid bitches
Wolf Gang, fuck
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Trizz

About “Morgue” by Trizz

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"Morgue" appears on "+1up " in 2011.

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