Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Hung Up
Gullyspit
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
He's lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
Is He a man or a monster?
God Says Please Do not go to Hell
Smile wide lemme see those fucking pearly whites
In the city with the rats and little dirty mites
Saw tooth on the blade that's a dirty fight
Big boot to the face that's a kiss goodnight
Breathe deep don't let that fucking roach die
In my finger tips the ashes covered both sides
You in her DMs and I'm sliding in her throat right
You carpe diem till they show you where rope tie
Now imma need to y'all to please shut that fucking mouth
Underground all I see is fucking circus clowns
Need an ounce and some woods
Kick my feet up
Hit me with those eyes
And I know I'm about to beat it up
On that crime wave flow
I'm on that punishment
No one better then
Line it up and let it spin
I don't see the benefit
Your persona secondhand
Living on the blacklist
Gullyspit is contraband
Wake up
This is Disneyland with dirty needles
From the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
Big teeth skin mask kerosene rag
Hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people
Everything is sweating
Everything is burning up
Everything is less than
Everything is dirty cup
Everything is fucking piss
Everything is rot
Everything is bullets
Everything is getting fucking shot
Starting running
Evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
Indulging every word
Till it's exploited like a brothel
Every curve is cut with swords
As bending knees prepare to grovel
The written law is war
Angry hordes are getting hostile
But that's not my problem
I got my head down in the sand my lord
One hundred years of solitude
To get those fruit in stores
Violent heads with busy hands
Banana clips and gore
They can't trap it in that bottle
Once it's spoke the word is born
Empty houses
Full of smoke and rotten plaster
Every minute I'm awake I'm drifting
Straight towards disaster
Rotten food atop the platters
Pills get broken in my body like fracture
A bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher
A pound of gold
For every dead politician on my doorstep
That's a joke
Don't get your little necks contorted
Train spotting get your spirit
Drawn and quartered
They said focus on your breathing
Never mind the water boarding
ย