Budd Dwyer - Paris lyrics

[Verse 1: Slick Sloth] Tell me what you know 'Bout a motherf**er out the bottom With a gold grill gleamin', makin all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin', out the f**in' dungeon Switchblade on 'em hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin 30 rounds of the clip off rip Too thick with the stick bet I won't miss Lil' Slick real sick, don't talk sh** Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish $uicide, night time, no we don't fight crime, oh It's the grey 5-9 with the real red eyes and we dying inside, oh Bodies in fluoride let the rope untie just crucify me Yung Christ wrists sliced couple hoes on ice singing R.I.P [Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry] Ruby was a motherf**ing reject Then I cut my wrists and now I motherf**ing bleed checks Still broke after all the motherf**ing weed gets rolled Hoes askin' if I see a ghost, tell 'em no I just seep smoke when the weeds blown She chokes from the deep-throat, 3 feet of rope, lethal Slay the f**in' sheep, so evil I'mma hang myself and then I get to see home Ruby a f**ing demon Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down Ruby the result of a reject from a small town Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now Loud growl, snow Leopard on the prowl Stay the f** back hoe Slay the whole pack hoe Paint the globe black hoe Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil Then I'll never reminisce