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Sacrifice Lyrics - Guddaville - Gudda Gudda

Don't be scared now 

I'll have you sweating so hard you'll need 3 or 4 towels 

After that, all I need is 3 or 4 showers 

Just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours 

Then come to through your hood and get like, 3 or 4 cowards 

You think your bison like you play for Howard 

But you's a duck like Howard 

I make you fall like the towers 

I cut your arm off and tell you to reach 

Then I cut your tongue off and I tell you to speak 

My niggas in a circle in the middle of a bonfire 

They quick to become arsonists to set you on fire 

The flesh start to smell, but who gives a fuck? 

Heaven or hell nigga, you need to pick one 

Brrrp, stick 'em, now you become a victim 

Yeah, you become a victim, yeah, you become a victim 

I'm evil like three 6's nigga minus the mafia 

And ain't no brace on my shit, nigga, ain't no stoppin' a, 

Young cannibal, cut you like a cantalope 

I mistreat bodies, for breakfast I eat bodies 

You could smell fear in the distance All of their lives 

Come with us home, better witness their, Sacrifice 

We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice 

It's Weezy F. Crazy 

You scary ass rappers on the beat I'm wes craven 

But I'm eastside till I reside in the grave 

And you walk in my basement and see the bodies I'm saving 

Blood bath flow, yes it's time for some bathing 

Shotty with a drum and I'm a play it like a cadence 

Invasion, I cook ya like the Asians 

Put bread on ya head like a raisin 

You a danish, you need glazing 

Pardon me man, but I'm craving 

 

I got you in the oven, but I'm waiting 

I'm patient, for my patient 

Yeah, There's a meeting in my kitchen 

Shhh, there's rappers sleeping in my kitchen 

Young money creatures 

Kill your sweet ass then eat you motherfucker 

You could smell fear in the distance All of their lives 

Come with us home, better witness their, Sacrifice 

We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice 

We take your body for a motherfucking sacrifice 

See you in hell bitch meet me in the afterlife 

Minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand 

Nigga, knife to your head, you're my sacrificial lamb 

Nigga, I can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people 

Paint the scene, I'm a leave a bunch of red people 

Saddam, I bomb, I'm insane, Hussein 

Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame 

Blood on my glove, while I'm burying the witness 

Cut your limbs off, I'm on my Jeffrey Dahmer sick shit 

For real I'm I'll, we marching like the military 

Coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery 

You niggas sweet, get ate like Ben N' Jerrys 

You niggas very fairy, 

Tell frail better go and say your Hail Mary 

Rocket launcher bitch, I'm a throw a Hail Mary 

Young Gudda Biach 

You could smell fear in the distance All of their lives 

Come with us home, better witness their, Sacrifice 

We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice 

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice