Song Lyrics Bounce Korupt
Yo mother fucker where muh dawgs at// All my girls with the whips wearin black// We like it rough in the clubs we can flaunt that// Fuck it up in the clubs we can haunt rap// Turn it up, we adjust the raza blade performance distortions// Givin birth to a new kind of abortion// The type of shit that'll have a human in a warped faze// Strangled wit slit wrists and left with his corpse blazed// Horror days, its Friday and the moons out// Let the creatures walk into the doom house// Get ya chains and whips and all ya freak shit// Meet in the club and we can start preachin// Drama, psychopathic and elabrat// Frantic dancin to ya all in straight jackets// Squirm out like a thousand maggots// Korupt kids only sissy punks can't hack-it// chorus If you roll wit us, we can drive ya nuts// Keep bangin we can ride it rough// We don't lie If you jump wit us, we can kill ya stuff// Keep bleeding we can fill ya cups// We will strive If you bang wit us, we can cap ya bluff// Keep poppin we can snatch ya clutch// We won't die if you club wit us, we can sound enough// keep jumpin we can bounce korupt// We sur-vive// 2nd verse 16 lines this track is like a head-vice, smashed wit each turn// The diabolical bass it wraps the beat first// Then pounds the sound to make you get up and dance// And cut ya flesh till blood poors with shards of glass// Gothic clubbin is what we live for// Fuck whores dancin to the beats of glee-core// Happy trance pussies wanna hop n jump// To beats made for killas wit an anger slump// This song is for my peeps in the backrow// The type that never liked to dance boogie or ask those// to do it, never even danced to music// This beat will get ya fuckn head to lose it// To all of my homies in the mental clinics// To bums on streets where their life is finished// To all of my kids who been hated since birth// This songs for u fuckn give em ya worst// chorus 3rd verse 16 lines I could jump on stage and spray the crowd wit lysol// Then light the pit up wit a match and fight now// I got you fired up and aggression is hyped-up// Ya eatin broken glass while ya girl is tied-up// The freaky shit goin down in SD// STD friendlies fuckn girls in bentleys// This aint ya club if you aint the right type// The darkness bouncin till it breaks ya night lights// Time rypes and everything chills out// Ya drippin wet with sweat and blood spills out// Wounds gashin from lyrics I'm rappin// Gettin mother fuckers pumped now they crashin// Spazzed out, crack whores hangin they ass out// Manson throwin cash on this bitch he asked how// To suck a dick, fuckin in the club is roughin it// Rubbin tits, clits click cum then hug a bitch// chorus