City Morgue – THE ELECTRIC EXPERIENCE Lyrics
THE ELECTRIC EXPERIENCE By City Morgue Haha, haha Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger I’m tryna line a headshot (Okay) Catch a few collaterals like
THE ELECTRIC EXPERIENCE By City Morgue Haha, haha Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger I’m tryna line a headshot (Okay) Catch a few collaterals like
YELLOW PISS By City Morgue Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf Thraxx Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf (Yeah) Well, hey, I guess it’s my
BUAKAW By City Morgue Yung Germ What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? (Okay) Run like the bitch you are You
YAKUZA By City Morgue (Sleezy) Heard you bitched and you ran Heard you snitched on your man (Yung Germ) Yeah, your bitch, she’s a fan (Ryder) Sucked my dick in
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
YOU CAN SMD By City Morgue Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger Uh Bitch, who want smoke? (What?) Hopin’ it’s a yes but niggas always
SUPER SOAKA By City Morgue Uh, Sleez, uh, oh, oh, hold on, Sleez KLEAN UP KREW Is that SHOKI on the beat? (Beep) Yung Germ Ryder, turn me up Mula
PROSTHETIC LEGS By City Morgue Is that Shoki on the beat? Vader Limb mangler, pull up, Jeep Wrangler (Okay) You my opposite and now I need to send you off
HURTWORLD ’99 By City Morgue WNDWS Yung Germ Talk shit, get hit One for the Dobermans and two for the pits (Hurt, hurt) Talk shit, get hit One just to
ACAB By City Morgue Yung Germ AC-AB, A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. AC-AB, A.C.A.B., yuh AC-AB, A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. AC-AB, A.C.A.B., yuh AC-AB, A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. AC-AB, A.C.A.B., yuh AC-AB, A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. AC-AB, A.C.A.B., yuh
THE FALL BEFORE THE GIVE UP By City Morgue Yung Germ It’s hard to choose the easy way out The gun in the mouth, your brains explode (Okay) It’s hard
CYKA By City Morgue Ryder, turn me up Hello, bitch, I got a ‘K like I’m a Soviet (Okay) Turn the lights off, push the button, kill the fucking switch
V12 By City Morgue Uh, Sleez Streets aren’t meant for everybody Uh, Sleez, Sleez, ayy, uh, uh Mula! It go ching-ching (Sleezy), and my wrist so bling-bling (Splash) And my
NECK BRACE By City Morgue Thraxx It goes, it goes, it goes One, two, three, four, death (Nigga, wassup, wassup?) It goes, it goes, it goes Break yo’ fucking neck
INFERIOR By City Morgue When I die, brimstone fire spread out (Okay) I’m alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh?) Wanna riot, Semper
DRAINO By City Morgue Woke up drenched in sweat so cold that it froze my home Wanna go to Hell, ’cause at least it’s warm on the brimstone floor No
THE GIVE UP By City Morgue It’s hard to choose the easy way out The gun in the mouth, your brains explode (Okay) It’s hard to end it all alone
THRESH By City Morgue Ten shots in my HK, spray and pray at your wig (Yeah) Flash, hook, and then flay, jump you and split your shit (Yeah) At your crib it’s a mayday,
SPLINTER By City Morgue Uh-huh (Uh-huh) Uh-huh, huh, oh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Yeah, hoe Yeah, hoe Yeah, hoe Yeah! I’m a rat killer, Shredder to
MINIMIZYA By City Morgue Yeah! I got, two feet in the rabbit hole (Okay) And my dead body in the catacombs (Wassup?) When I come back to say “Daddy’s home”