Maggot Face Lyrics
| Song | Maggot Face |
| Artist | Blaze Ya Dead Homie |
| Album | 1 Less G in da Hood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blaze Ya Dead Homie | |
| Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8 | |
| Darkness, (black!) buried underground | |
| 3 slugs in my chest, never been found | |
| I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse | |
| My flesh is food for the maggots on my back! | |
| Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized | |
| I can feel them crawling on my eyes! | |
| And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death | |
| Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh | |
| Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter | |
| A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center! | |
| Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib | |
| then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!' | |
| They all followed one by one on my chest | |
| And headed on back to my face to rest | |
| The trip to my head was like a race | |
| They all made it though, and that's why I got a maggot face! | |
| Chorus | |
| Yea I got a maggot face and I don't care | |
| Yea I got a maggot face and I, don't, care! x4 | |
| I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body | |
| They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! | |
| Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control | |
| Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul | |
| Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream | |
| I can feel'em movin' from my neck to my brain | |
| To my eyelids, to the back of my spine | |
| From my feet on up to my mother f**kin' mind! | |
| They want to take control of my body and reak havoc | |
| On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f**kin' casket | |
| Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde | |
| A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drive-bys! | |
| My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun! | |
| Any sucka get wit'in 2 feet, I pop'em! | |
| And I peel your wig, before you bit the case | |
| I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face | |
| Chorus | |
| He |
| zuo qu : Blaze Ya Dead Homie | |
| Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8 | |
| Darkness, black! buried underground | |
| 3 slugs in my chest, never been found | |
| I' m decomposin', my lungs collapse | |
| My flesh is food for the maggots on my back! | |
| Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized | |
| I can feel them crawling on my eyes! | |
| And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death | |
| Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh | |
| Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter | |
| A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center! | |
| Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib | |
| then one of them hollered, ' Back to the grill!' | |
| They all followed one by one on my chest | |
| And headed on back to my face to rest | |
| The trip to my head was like a race | |
| They all made it though, and that' s why I got a maggot face! | |
| Chorus | |
| Yea I got a maggot face and I don' t care | |
| Yea I got a maggot face and I, don' t, care! x4 | |
| I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body | |
| They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! | |
| Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control | |
| Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul | |
| Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream | |
| I can feel' em movin' from my neck to my brain | |
| To my eyelids, to the back of my spine | |
| From my feet on up to my mother f kin' mind! | |
| They want to take control of my body and reak havoc | |
| On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f kin' casket | |
| Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde | |
| A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drivebys! | |
| My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun! | |
| Any sucka get wit' in 2 feet, I pop' em! | |
| And I peel your wig, before you bit the case | |
| I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face | |
| Chorus | |
| He |
| zuò qǔ : Blaze Ya Dead Homie | |
| Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8 | |
| Darkness, black! buried underground | |
| 3 slugs in my chest, never been found | |
| I' m decomposin', my lungs collapse | |
| My flesh is food for the maggots on my back! | |
| Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized | |
| I can feel them crawling on my eyes! | |
| And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death | |
| Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh | |
| Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter | |
| A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center! | |
| Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib | |
| then one of them hollered, ' Back to the grill!' | |
| They all followed one by one on my chest | |
| And headed on back to my face to rest | |
| The trip to my head was like a race | |
| They all made it though, and that' s why I got a maggot face! | |
| Chorus | |
| Yea I got a maggot face and I don' t care | |
| Yea I got a maggot face and I, don' t, care! x4 | |
| I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body | |
| They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! | |
| Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control | |
| Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul | |
| Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream | |
| I can feel' em movin' from my neck to my brain | |
| To my eyelids, to the back of my spine | |
| From my feet on up to my mother f kin' mind! | |
| They want to take control of my body and reak havoc | |
| On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f kin' casket | |
| Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde | |
| A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drivebys! | |
| My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun! | |
| Any sucka get wit' in 2 feet, I pop' em! | |
| And I peel your wig, before you bit the case | |
| I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face | |
| Chorus | |
| He |
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