Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, (Shao Kahn), you know that you finished
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Huh, huh, huh, huh-uh
The chopper suspicious, you ain't a menace, it go dun-dun-dun
Your life has a price and I'm willing to take it, boy you better run
I would be lying if I said that I was ever done
I'm a tenant in a house of a thousand corpses
I'm feeling no remorse when I steal the night, I just killed your horses
Part the way you see, I'm religious with it, I feel like Moses
Ache behind your head? You couldn't fix it with a thousand doses
Tinted doors, you ain't see us when we pull in
I take another shot, another shot, I bet you will get hit
Tinted doors, you ain't see us when we pull in
I'd give you back your f*cking life just so I could take it again
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
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Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, (Shao Kahn), you know that you finished
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Huh, huh, huh, huh-uh
The chopper suspicious, you ain't a menace, it go dun-dun-dun
Your life has a price and I'm willing to take it, boy you better run
I would be lying if I said that I was ever done
I'm a tenant in a house of a thousand corpses
I'm feeling no remorse when I steal the night, I just killed your horses
Part the way you see, I'm religious with it, I feel like Moses
Ache behind your head? You couldn't fix it with a thousand doses
Tinted doors, you ain't see us when we pull in
I take another shot, another shot, I bet you will get hit
Tinted doors, you ain't see us when we pull in
I'd give you back your f*cking life just so I could take it again
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, (Shao Kahn), you know that you finished
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Huh, huh, huh, huh-uh
The chopper suspicious, you ain't a menace, it go dun-dun-dun
Your life has a price and I'm willing to take it, boy you better run
I would be lying if I said that I was ever done
I'm a tenant in a house of a thousand corpses
I'm feeling no remorse when I steal the night, I just killed your horses
Part the way you see, I'm religious with it, I feel like Moses
Ache behind your head? You couldn't fix it with a thousand doses
Tinted doors, you ain't see us when we pull in
I take another shot, another shot, I bet you will get hit
Tinted doors, you ain't see us when we pull in
I'd give you back your f*cking life just so I could take it again
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Loaded with nitrous, I'm running the whip
Throwing out rounds, boy they making you sick
Dragging a body while drinking a fifth
Dragging you down with the metal, it hit
Down in your grave but I'm making you dig it
The money I made, it turned me to a cynic
Ain't into fashion, he hate when I spin it
Run the show, convict, you know that you finished
Writer: Kegan Holmquist
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