Lord Infamous - Dollar On Swole lyrics

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Lord Infamous - Dollar On Swole lyrics

[Hook] 2x In the middle of the club Dollar on swole Take me a scoop Put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd Knock yo b**h down Pistol in my draws Don't make me pull it out [Verse 1] Kamikaze in the Maserati Homicidal hobbys Blow your bodys up like nagasaki Get missiles from the shotty Split your bodys Then I mold the corpses out on a big dullie Go for (?) the party Poppin' molly scopin cholly Theres no need for an autopsy When this migo gettin' naughty Flesh is rottin' never stoppin' Medulla oblongata Spreadin parts of your whole nogging Bring a keep up for a goon For a motherf**in bargain on Embedded your horror Cyanide, sayonara, guatemala, pounds trapped In the snout of a wicked clone, saigon Heroin, my flow is in the medicine My tolerance is nuclear With the skull and crossbones Hold on my soul It's gone zoned out for so long I'mma blown like a trombone sh**tin' on you maricóns Throwin' your hood (?) don't even do that I rip and rob you wussies Throw them b**h n***as a tampax Hairpin trigger and (?) [Hook] 2x In the middle of the club Dollar on swole Take me a scoop Put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd Knock yo b**h down Pistol in my draws Don't make me pull it out [Verse 2] Madmax, thunderdome, crystal Huffin' on broke gla**, grippin' on pistols Hitman mercenary black ops squad man Everyone you motherf**in' back out afghan Bounty hunter, doomsday motherf**in' a**a**ins Kick in the entrance then commence the blastin' Lord Voorhees, Scarecrow Myers Do some wicked sh**, with a torch 'n pliers Opiates, benzos and amphetamines Tussionex, roxies, promethazine, codeine Kushbush smoke 'bout to strangle No breath internally I think I'm 'bout to bleed to d**h Think all my brain cells obliterated Alzheimer settin' in and I'm really aging Lord Infamous, my flesh is tortured by an addiction Most of my life I see these demonic visions [Hook] 2x In the middle of the club Dollar on swole Take me a scoop Put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd Knock yo b**h down Pistol in my draws Don't make me pull it out

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