Wolfie MC - The Morgue

Gasoline in the trunk
Magazine in the gun
No traffic here, this a hit and run
Those casualties, better pick them up
Better bring a shovel, better bring a bucket
If this bottle explodes when I'm not in control imma spill some blood
Who knows? I might just kill someone!
Guillotiné at my neck
Filling me with this stress
Enemies at the fence, till I fill them full of led
From this pencil or tech nine
I empty shells at your empty threats
I'm at the ready when it's bedtime
With this weapon at my bedside
I buckle up when I get a ride
In a rush like I'm pressed for time
Bunch of cunts trynna get a high
What the fuck, I can get it ripe
When the fuck will I get a life?
I don't know if I can get it right
I think of my kids and it wets my eyes
when my minds wide awake in the dead of night
In a fight there's no texts to write,
So I'm quick to strike with a left and a right
You flick a knife out I let the blinds down
Click all the lights off and bring in the darkness
Right now!
Let's see you fight fowl till you find out
I'm standing on top of the high ground
Take a time out
Like right now!
But I'll come back for my crown
Come back for my kingdom
I'll come right back to the throne
Click all the lights off come visit my darkness
Gasoline in the trunk
Magazine in the gun
No traffic here, this a hit and run
Those casualties, better pick them up
Better bring a shovel, better bring a bucket
If this bottle explodes when I'm not in control imma spill some blood
Who knows? I might just kill someone!
I wreak havoc when I wield hatchets
Deal damage when my steel axes are hacking this tree down
When I scream out timber please don't freak out
Leap out the way and make your mother fucking feet bounce
Mother fucker keep out
Mind your own business
When it's time to kneel down
Beg for my forgiveness
If these hills had eyes they could find you quick
You wont leave this hill side while you live
This is Silent Hill where the night brings violence
Your a useless cunt, you should know that
Told my missis to use less cunt in her vocab
Fell in love with her so fast
And I show that when I drop you on your ass
If your names Matt, don't try to sit next to her in form class
I'm head over heels for Ashley
You'll be dead on a field or the sand of a beach if you ever pass me in the streets of Aspley
Give a damn what the riff raff think
I'm savage like a beast on the battlefields
You herd cattle and sheep so don't lash at me or I'll have to be the last thing you ever see
Gasoline in the trunk
Magazine in the gun
No traffic here, this a hit and run
Those casualties, better pick them up
Better bring a shovel, better bring a bucket
When these dam walls bust imma bring the flood
If this bottle explodes when I'm not in control imma spill some blood
I might just kill everyone of you!

Written by:
Nicolas Filion

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