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City Morgue – CRANK Lyrics

CRANK By City Morgue

Godzilla isn’t safe from huffin’ and puffin’ and blowin’ your house away (Okay)
Seeing me face to face, the very next day will make you pass away (What?)
Life is temporary, every day you should be thanking me (Huh)
That I do not stomp on your home, end your life so violently (Haha)
Be insane like I’m revvin’ up a chainsaw (Uh)
Look up, tell God turn the rain off (Uh)
Look down, tell them niggas that I hate y’all (Okay)
Fight ’em off like Guts with his arm off (Okay)
I’m hurt (Uh), I’m hurt (Uh)
Crossbone come out my shirt, uh (Okay)
Berserk (Uh), berserk (Uh)
Berserker, mark the curse

Okay, it’s the night, and I wanna fight
I get amped sometimes, that’s my kryptonite
Okay, the war, we want some
It’s wearin’ off from the field
We want some more war, you dog (Ahaha)

Big bad wolf, big bad wolf (Sleezy, Sleezy)
MAC on me, no MacBook (Boom)
His gold chain, get that too (Gimme that)
Got cocaine, got crack cooked (Work)
Your whole gang, get ass-whooped (Fuck outta here)
My whole name, in that book (Sleezy)
Swerve the whole lane, Maybach push (Skrr, skrr)
Smoke your whole gang, then smoke a Backwood
Gang is called Yakuza, dog (Sleezy)
True Religion, boot ’em all (Boom)
Kim Jong, firebomb (Boom), PJ with a firearm (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Black iron titanium chrome (Boom), black diamonds, Allium (Splash)
Shooters like a Sniper Gang (Boom), pull up like a biker gang

Okay, it’s the night, and I wanna fight
I get amped sometimes, that’s my kryptonite
Okay, the war, we want some
It’s wearin’ off from the field
We want some more war, you dog (Ahaha)