CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Exit Wounds
Humans, they are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them is to court death
Buksmash on these b*t*hes I’m the reason fluids leaking out
I brought my homies with me, yeah the goons are creeping out
I got my hands around they necks, I think they sleeping now
There will be no more disrespecting me from here on out
Everybody want what they can’t get, wannabes wanna rap but they can’t spit
They try to act hard like they’re mad sh*t but they’re runnin like a b*t*h when the MAC hit
Why do they think that they better than us?
Showing respect is just never enough
The motto I follow “In choppers we trust”
Hit 'em with hollows put them in the dust
Bow down to the one they call the king of Babylon (Boondox)
The scarecrow, b*t*hes here comes Abaddon (Armageddon)
Yeah motherf**kers this is Judgement Day
On yo knees to Jesus nonbelievers better learn to pray
The anti antichrist with a Mossberg pump and a taste for blood
You want some good advice, don’t f**k with a dude who plays in mud
The southern devil with a shovel and a pine box, Burying the compet**ion this is where you’ll find ‘Dox
Yeah, see I’ll put these n***as in caskets (yeah)
Anybody in the way better pray that they don’t get they back hit (yeah)
Cause I ain’t f**kin' 'round, been rockin' that f**k you sound
F**k you clowns, though in a minute I’ll kill a n***a and put it down
This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin, leave him tangled up
I’m runnin deep with TCH, they'll find him mangled cuz
They ran their mouths, but we 'bout it soon as the flames hitting
I’m a little bit mindless to the violence, I'll leave 'em brainless
Like a volley I'mma serve ‘em, the shotties bodied the vermin
We remaining sucker free, make these f**kers bleed from they sternums
Releasing what l’ve learned about squeezing three from the burner
To avenge the underground like my only child who was murdered
Middle finger with the wrists slit, spitting down the lyrics to reflect the pulse
They say I’m a misfit, but connected to my weapon Decepticon
The blasphemers with grievances, Psycho Jesus, the underground’s heathen and only god to believe in
That lyrical surgery serve to be servin’ purposely
Verbally murk emcees, hurling Hercules words in first degree
Murder verses, no perjury
Punish producers perfectly, done perfectly to perfect person with perfect precision certainly
I’m a savage animal with ammo that’s from the mandible
I’m Rambo and Hannibal wrapped up into one, and I go ham around any amateur caliber rapper and his clone (aye)
Liquid A**a**in attackin leaving fragments of bone (let's do it)
Eat flesh, I'm gonna f**king eat brains
I'm gonna ugh
Licking all the blood up off the floor, I'm f**king cannibal
They call me prince because they think I’m really two faced
Standing in my cave and smoking weed I think I’m white man
A dark knight, doing good, think I’m doing bad
They don't play for Sith Lord, arm that motherf**ka
I’m the crocodile hunter and I say “crickey”
Where’s my f**kin beer mate, put your f**kin hands up
The pain in me is, all I need is just one second, I
Am gonna show you why I’m finally being recognized
Whitney’s the realest, all these other chicks they be disguised
I’m here on a mission, back with a vengeance, don’t even be surprised
Who’s the girl with the flip flops on, wowing everybody with the hip hop songs
Came from the bottom, got my tank top on
I know I’m gonna blow, it is just not long
Rock on, cause I came to rage
I get hype, you can blame my age
Weight falls in the booth, I stay insane
Bath salts I’m craving brain
Bang bang rhymes just rang out I threw it
Who the f**k is him, it’s R.O.Cs influence
When I insert berserk like I’m stupid, goin all dumb
Blast on my self c*ck back I knew it
Cause I’m my worst enemy, I came to do it
Cause you’re my worst enemy and simply stupid
Cause I’m my worst enemy, blat tat tat
Fire, fire, duck and weave
Fire, fire, these words like bees
Sting emcees, n***as squeeze like “ooh”, getting hit with that bitty, dodging bullets like please
Ain’t no way to get past The R.O.Cs flow
Zip line in and wipe out the combo
I’m not mad, just that close to psycho
Kiss my a**, I’m gon' suck like lipo
And I rep my team, hash click hash click boy that’s your scene (b*t*h)
Go so hard, rocking on the mic
I make the whole motherf**kin crowd wet their jeans (ow)
So respect my scheme
Make the haters hate, make the sexy scream
Glow-sticks in hands, you sh*t your pants when you close your eyes and ingest the beams
Never cross my green, king of the burbs, just a restless fiend
Say my name, you gon' get some love (get some love)
Look into my eyes, they got a festive gleam
Drop some ‘cid then I bless the swing
Detroit boys and we rep the scene
They call me Ajax, my breath is stinking my beats are dirty but the rest is clean
B*t*h
Ha ha body bag, I'mma hit em with it like a boxing match
Tell me little buddy why you got so mad
Cause we killin' it for real and we don’t want yo trash
Grewsum, that’s who I am
What’s up with those tracks you buying
They wack as hell so those rappers fail
Well I’m back from hell and I’m crack supplying
Donnie Dark, flow it's over when I want your heart
Hold composure when I chop your parts
Mold the sofa, now I call that art
Snortin' coke and overdosing, you’ll get it soon
Met your doom at the next full moon
In the dead zone I'mma make your head go boom, like endo bloom, like an exit wound
They-they-they-they call me Sc*m, I am the tombstone on your children’s graves
It's Lyrical Snuff, rough enough to be what every one of our followers craves
Deliver the sickness and witness ma** murder and group suicides taking place
I’m hitting them hard like a brick to the back of the head or a bat to they face
So f**k 'em all, if they ain’t with us then they don’t exist
We 'bout to blow up like a backpack of a terrorist
I got me a list of some names, everyone dusting for an obituary page
No exit wounds when I blow they heads off with my sawed off gauge
Picture me, F.Dux with a knife in my hand, what's up y'all? (hey how ya doing?)
One cut, two cut, three cuts to your guts and your blood in the hands and they’re spewing
We could play, wanna bang? But you chicken
Pray to god but he ain’t gonna save ya
I’m proud to be, an oddity, banned from society
And I come from the bottom of the gutter
Kill beef, like Ruben, you stutter
I’m hard, you b***er
Watch your mouth cause the .45 mag don’t stutter
People hope, made it back 'bout the size of a hubcap
Crack get smoked like a dope sack
Bout blew my high with your bullsh*t, b*t*h I’m trynna get my buzz back
Dux
Jason Porter, all he raps about, drugs
So I hit the club with mixtapes when my stash is dried up
Staring at you at the Waffle House, in the middle of the night trynna cop an ounce
Dropping out when I pop a sound, and get the f**k out, I got enough rocks for now
The doctors got me in a pa**ive mode
My coke fits are bigger than Axl Rose
P*ssed off at the way that I handle hoes
Pullin' up with a Glock and a pair of bose
On a magic carpet with a hair in my hose, and I’m all coked up and don’t wear any clothes
You’re blown out like a pipe bomb, you’re pu**y got more room than an iPod
Underground’s finest, now tell me what’s next to prove
Split your neck in two, leave you laying with a bunch of exit wounds
Team R2, five star general plays, I’m calling shots, y’all are not
Looking kinda funny running from my fallen hots
Ballin or not, still dumping shells from the side of my black truck
You fat f**ks fakin', while I’m collecting fat bucks
Ask around, bet you find out that nothing’s fake
I’ll show up at your church and rob the f**kin' collection plate
Yeah look, f**k everybody (f**k 'em)
Yeah I’m f**kin' p*ssed (yeah)
Pedophile n***as, stay f**king kids
Penn State sh*t, you won’t f**king live (naw)
What track you ever crush
I heard your f**king diss
Treat you like a b*t*h
Blow you a f**king kiss
9 mili with good aim, I won’t f**king miss (lets go)
It’s Darko and his d is the clip
Sutter Kain is the boss and my rivals can suck a d**k
Motherf**ker
Cramping babies, castrating some old ladies
Illuminati want my body, I ain't f**king crazy
Put a bullet in your head and make your brain splatter
Grab a fork and a spoon and eat your brain matter
F**k your b*t*h in the a**, until she starts to sh*t
Take my d**k out her a** and make her suck that sh*t
And when she vomit I'ma shove it down her throat
Take a hit of DMT and a nose full of coke, yeah
As you peel the pile of bodies up off me, can we do it a little bit softly
My girls need a lot more room, don’t worry they will not breathe
Proceed to breed, from my undead seedery
Supercharged when I need to be
Smelling like the teen spirit of a sad Norwegian queen, there’s a difference between you and a king
Kung Fu Vampire, giving you nowhere to run to
I’m robotic, subsonic, composed and honest, methodic, erotic
So demonic, I’ll be the cannibal a***yst, never the animatronic
And I’m sitting on your carpet while I’m drinking gin and tonic and I’m higher than the mountain that I haunted
It’s that west coast Cali killer, my n***a pull yo knives out
And if you’re coming to my city we gon' find out
Finna blow yo mind out, then I’ll let my nuts flow
Knocking yo b*t*h, talking sh*t and take yo bank roll
I know you heard the stories hoe, they say I’m getting gory bro
Kicking in the door, stick my gat in like a gloryhole (yeah)
Every time you see me, another body gets found
Motherf**k on you hoes, get my doe, prince of the underground
Buksmash on these b*t*hes I’m the reason fluids leaking out
I brought my homies with me, yeah the goons are creeping out
I got my hands around they necks, I think they sleeping now
There will be no more disrespecting me from here on out
Everybody want what they can’t get, wannabes wanna rap but they can’t spit
They try to act hard like they’re mad sh*t but they’re runnin like a b*t*h when the MAC hit
Why do they think that they better than us?
Showing respect is just never enough
The motto I follow “In choppers we trust”
Hit 'em with hollows put them in the dust
Bow down to the one they call the king of Babylon (Boondox)
The scarecrow, b*t*hes here comes Abaddon (Armageddon)
Yeah motherf**kers this is Judgement Day
On yo knees to Jesus nonbelievers better learn to pray
The anti antichrist with a Mossberg pump and a taste for blood
You want some good advice, don’t f**k with a dude who plays in mud
The southern devil with a shovel and a pine box, Burying the compet**ion this is where you’ll find ‘Dox
Yeah, see I’ll put these n***as in caskets (yeah)
Anybody in the way better pray that they don’t get they back hit (yeah)
Cause I ain’t f**kin' 'round, been rockin' that f**k you sound
F**k you clowns, though in a minute I’ll kill a n***a and put it down
This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin, leave him tangled up
I’m runnin deep with TCH, they'll find him mangled cuz
They ran their mouths, but we 'bout it soon as the flames hitting
I’m a little bit mindless to the violence, I'll leave 'em brainless
Like a volley I'mma serve ‘em, the shotties bodied the vermin
We remaining sucker free, make these f**kers bleed from they sternums
Releasing what l’ve learned about squeezing three from the burner
To avenge the underground like my only child who was murdered
Middle finger with the wrists slit, spitting down the lyrics to reflect the pulse
They say I’m a misfit, but connected to my weapon Decepticon
The blasphemers with grievances, Psycho Jesus, the underground’s heathen and only god to believe in
That lyrical surgery serve to be servin’ purposely
Verbally murk emcees, hurling Hercules words in first degree
Murder verses, no perjury
Punish producers perfectly, done perfectly to perfect person with perfect precision certainly
I’m a savage animal with ammo that’s from the mandible
I’m Rambo and Hannibal wrapped up into one, and I go ham around any amateur caliber rapper and his clone (aye)
Liquid A**a**in attackin leaving fragments of bone (let's do it)
Eat flesh, I'm gonna f**king eat brains
I'm gonna ugh
Licking all the blood up off the floor, I'm f**king cannibal
They call me prince because they think I’m really two faced
Standing in my cave and smoking weed I think I’m white man
A dark knight, doing good, think I’m doing bad
They don't play for Sith Lord, arm that motherf**ka
I’m the crocodile hunter and I say “crickey”
Where’s my f**kin beer mate, put your f**kin hands up
The pain in me is, all I need is just one second, I
Am gonna show you why I’m finally being recognized
Whitney’s the realest, all these other chicks they be disguised
I’m here on a mission, back with a vengeance, don’t even be surprised
Who’s the girl with the flip flops on, wowing everybody with the hip hop songs
Came from the bottom, got my tank top on
I know I’m gonna blow, it is just not long
Rock on, cause I came to rage
I get hype, you can blame my age
Weight falls in the booth, I stay insane
Bath salts I’m craving brain
Bang bang rhymes just rang out I threw it
Who the f**k is him, it’s R.O.Cs influence
When I insert berserk like I’m stupid, goin all dumb
Blast on my self c*ck back I knew it
Cause I’m my worst enemy, I came to do it
Cause you’re my worst enemy and simply stupid
Cause I’m my worst enemy, blat tat tat
Fire, fire, duck and weave
Fire, fire, these words like bees
Sting emcees, n***as squeeze like “ooh”, getting hit with that bitty, dodging bullets like please
Ain’t no way to get past The R.O.Cs flow
Zip line in and wipe out the combo
I’m not mad, just that close to psycho
Kiss my a**, I’m gon' suck like lipo
And I rep my team, hash click hash click boy that’s your scene (b*t*h)
Go so hard, rocking on the mic
I make the whole motherf**kin crowd wet their jeans (ow)
So respect my scheme
Make the haters hate, make the sexy scream
Glow-sticks in hands, you sh*t your pants when you close your eyes and ingest the beams
Never cross my green, king of the burbs, just a restless fiend
Say my name, you gon' get some love (get some love)
Look into my eyes, they got a festive gleam
Drop some ‘cid then I bless the swing
Detroit boys and we rep the scene
They call me Ajax, my breath is stinking my beats are dirty but the rest is clean
B*t*h
Ha ha body bag, I'mma hit em with it like a boxing match
Tell me little buddy why you got so mad
Cause we killin' it for real and we don’t want yo trash
Grewsum, that’s who I am
What’s up with those tracks you buying
They wack as hell so those rappers fail
Well I’m back from hell and I’m crack supplying
Donnie Dark, flow it's over when I want your heart
Hold composure when I chop your parts
Mold the sofa, now I call that art
Snortin' coke and overdosing, you’ll get it soon
Met your doom at the next full moon
In the dead zone I'mma make your head go boom, like endo bloom, like an exit wound
They-they-they-they call me Sc*m, I am the tombstone on your children’s graves
It's Lyrical Snuff, rough enough to be what every one of our followers craves
Deliver the sickness and witness ma** murder and group suicides taking place
I’m hitting them hard like a brick to the back of the head or a bat to they face
So f**k 'em all, if they ain’t with us then they don’t exist
We 'bout to blow up like a backpack of a terrorist
I got me a list of some names, everyone dusting for an obituary page
No exit wounds when I blow they heads off with my sawed off gauge
Picture me, F.Dux with a knife in my hand, what's up y'all? (hey how ya doing?)
One cut, two cut, three cuts to your guts and your blood in the hands and they’re spewing
We could play, wanna bang? But you chicken
Pray to god but he ain’t gonna save ya
I’m proud to be, an oddity, banned from society
And I come from the bottom of the gutter
Kill beef, like Ruben, you stutter
I’m hard, you b***er
Watch your mouth cause the .45 mag don’t stutter
People hope, made it back 'bout the size of a hubcap
Crack get smoked like a dope sack
Bout blew my high with your bullsh*t, b*t*h I’m trynna get my buzz back
Dux
Jason Porter, all he raps about, drugs
So I hit the club with mixtapes when my stash is dried up
Staring at you at the Waffle House, in the middle of the night trynna cop an ounce
Dropping out when I pop a sound, and get the f**k out, I got enough rocks for now
The doctors got me in a pa**ive mode
My coke fits are bigger than Axl Rose
P*ssed off at the way that I handle hoes
Pullin' up with a Glock and a pair of bose
On a magic carpet with a hair in my hose, and I’m all coked up and don’t wear any clothes
You’re blown out like a pipe bomb, you’re pu**y got more room than an iPod
Underground’s finest, now tell me what’s next to prove
Split your neck in two, leave you laying with a bunch of exit wounds
Team R2, five star general plays, I’m calling shots, y’all are not
Looking kinda funny running from my fallen hots
Ballin or not, still dumping shells from the side of my black truck
You fat f**ks fakin', while I’m collecting fat bucks
Ask around, bet you find out that nothing’s fake
I’ll show up at your church and rob the f**kin' collection plate
Yeah look, f**k everybody (f**k 'em)
Yeah I’m f**kin' p*ssed (yeah)
Pedophile n***as, stay f**king kids
Penn State sh*t, you won’t f**king live (naw)
What track you ever crush
I heard your f**king diss
Treat you like a b*t*h
Blow you a f**king kiss
9 mili with good aim, I won’t f**king miss (lets go)
It’s Darko and his d is the clip
Sutter Kain is the boss and my rivals can suck a d**k
Motherf**ker
Cramping babies, castrating some old ladies
Illuminati want my body, I ain't f**king crazy
Put a bullet in your head and make your brain splatter
Grab a fork and a spoon and eat your brain matter
F**k your b*t*h in the a**, until she starts to sh*t
Take my d**k out her a** and make her suck that sh*t
And when she vomit I'ma shove it down her throat
Take a hit of DMT and a nose full of coke, yeah
As you peel the pile of bodies up off me, can we do it a little bit softly
My girls need a lot more room, don’t worry they will not breathe
Proceed to breed, from my undead seedery
Supercharged when I need to be
Smelling like the teen spirit of a sad Norwegian queen, there’s a difference between you and a king
Kung Fu Vampire, giving you nowhere to run to
I’m robotic, subsonic, composed and honest, methodic, erotic
So demonic, I’ll be the cannibal a***yst, never the animatronic
And I’m sitting on your carpet while I’m drinking gin and tonic and I’m higher than the mountain that I haunted
It’s that west coast Cali killer, my n***a pull yo knives out
And if you’re coming to my city we gon' find out
Finna blow yo mind out, then I’ll let my nuts flow
Knocking yo b*t*h, talking sh*t and take yo bank roll
I know you heard the stories hoe, they say I’m getting gory bro
Kicking in the door, stick my gat in like a gloryhole (yeah)
Every time you see me, another body gets found
Motherf**k on you hoes, get my doe, prince of the underground
