Correction Paroles 6 Foot Hatchet par Ouija Macc

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Oh God damn it
Not the hatchet thing again, bro
It's happening again
Ah, just let it go
I can't let go of the hatchet
And if I chop my arm off, it grows back
Have you tried letting go?
You don't understand

Dead bodies bustin' out the limousine
Can't f**k with celebrities
Hollywood isn't all a dream
I'ma put a nightmare on that movie scream
(I wanna hear you scream)

Walk up in the house, yuh
Chop your nugget off your body on the couch, yuh
Pop the shotty on your homie tryin' to bounce, yuh
Make sure everybody soggy then we out, yuh (Aw yeah!)
In a stolen Tesla
Got my own, but this one gon' be a mess, yuh
I'm on Melrose plowin' down Vespas
Crowd so quiet you can hear their final whispers as I disperse
Hit a fire hydrant, flew out that b*t*h headfirst
Slid a hundred feet on my face, and the sh*t hurts
Guess what landed with me, inflicted with this curse
Hatchet landed with me, and homie, it gets worse

Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground)
You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up)
Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop!
Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh)
Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground)
You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up)
Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop!
Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh)
Woke up with my face gone
Six foot hatchet 'bout to get my scrape on
I see a car accident with caution tape on
Aw sh*t, wasn't that me on the way home? (Aw yeah!)
Now I'm seeing double and doubling up death
Laughing 'cause the police is cleaning up what's left
I just caught a body, got blood all over my chest
Ate that b*t*h's liver, got liquor all on my breath
I just did a dash on the police and got fresh
Nuts hanging off of the couch, I'm like what's next
Ain't no time to chill, I was catchin' my f**kin' breath
Hatchet pull me right out the door and it's like this

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