Garbage Pal Kids

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Roc Marciano - Rap

Garbage Pal Kids

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[Intro] 100 blocks shit Nasty Marcberg motherfucker (Art that kills) [Verse 1] Cook up the work to make the fiends do the smurf You got the nerve to shoot up the church like a jerk Big Mama heard and went berserk I've been flirting with death, I'm a pervert Tricolor rollie look like some sherbert Fur alert, if it don't hang to the earth then it ain't worth squirt The Mossberg pump for when it get turnt Winner gets the purse, the herb lifted the witch's curse They heard all about the dirt And had to act like the door don't work Dawg it's all a blur Shot it out with them turds we was in a spur My heart an iceberg Heisenberg ice on my iceberg Shine but not quite like my inner light burn Y'all niggas some light work Light the purp the pipe got me feeling like Wyatt Earp Might let the iron burst let it set fire to your shirt Flames in the Versace like hot sake Drive-bys in the Kawasaki like we the Shower Posse Roc, I'm the most copied If you rock with me then buy me a bottle of Romanée-Conti [Refrain] If I call her she gon' come She gon' run (she gon' run) She gon' leap over the truck No cut No cut, no cut No cut If I call her she gon' come She gon' run (she gon' run) She gon' leap over the truck No cut No cut, no cut No cut [Verse 2] Shake shit up to make the soda in the container bust That ain't wassup I rubbed the cocaine on the tastebuds, palate became numb Placed some on the gums Paid the plug Stayed on the hush, the potato came with the gun You'll get stripped for your chain and naked butt I've never been afraid to take it in blood Who needs a pay stub when you came from mud We ain't complain we just made some huts The blue Wraith is lookin' like grape punch I just told my old lady we breakin' up I was caught with the paper makin' love Plus me and the paper mate we was hangin' tough It was angerin' her Sprinkled angel dust in my blunt huh? (Uh-huh) Oh shit Hold it in, let the boat drift I'm a whole pimp I might smoke the bitch but I'm emotionless You know this [Refrain] If I call her she gon' come She gon' run (she gon' run) She gon' leap over the truck No cut No cut, no cut No cut

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  • Roc Marciano