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Gods Too Decompose Video (MV)




Performed By: Mediocre Mane
Length: 2:08
Written by: Finn Parrent McKone




Mediocre Mane - Gods Too Decompose Lyrics




Heartbreak a bitch
She catch my kids
And then I ditch
Aint no meaning to this shit
She say I'm the one but that ain't it
Catch me on camera I cant slip
Turn her blue like Cortana bitch when I hit
RIP to Santana gotta take them risks
Switch up like Hannah Montana when you see my clique

On a rampage
Your hoe on Backpage
I am black mage
Cast a spell that make your motherf*cking back break

Who gon' die today
Maybe you
Maybe me
I don't care as long as shit comes crashing down in flames

Pull up on you drop your head down to your motherf*cking feet
Uzi out the backpack on the BMX you'll face defeat
Your face will land on the concrete like some f*cking lunch meat
Drive by shoot my shots you will not be able to speak

Double double triple hommie
Running round you cannot stop me
Pop them shots we hella cocky
Your heart will stop with the shotty
Kill myself then pop some molly
Run around the block
I'm just a body f*ck all of that shit i cannot trust nobody

I'm gon' motherf*cking die
On my motherf*cking time
I'm gon' snort some f*cking lines
And shoot myself right in the mind
You gon' see me on the Times
Magazine be filled with 9's
To the head no f*cking crime
Wine and dine got time to fry

Shoot my soul into the sky
Then it lands down in the fire
Shoot my soul up f*cking high
Devil catch me and he smile
Shoot my soul into the sky
Shoot my soul up f*cking high
Shoot my soul up f*cking high
Devil catch me and he smile

Gods too decompose
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Heartbreak a bitch
She catch my kids
And then I ditch
Aint no meaning to this shit
She say I'm the one but that ain't it
Catch me on camera I cant slip
Turn her blue like Cortana bitch when I hit
RIP to Santana gotta take them risks
Switch up like Hannah Montana when you see my clique

On a rampage
Your hoe on Backpage
I am black mage
Cast a spell that make your motherf*cking back break

Who gon' die today
Maybe you
Maybe me
I don't care as long as shit comes crashing down in flames

Pull up on you drop your head down to your motherf*cking feet
Uzi out the backpack on the BMX you'll face defeat
Your face will land on the concrete like some f*cking lunch meat
Drive by shoot my shots you will not be able to speak

Double double triple hommie
Running round you cannot stop me
Pop them shots we hella cocky
Your heart will stop with the shotty
Kill myself then pop some molly
Run around the block
I'm just a body f*ck all of that shit i cannot trust nobody

I'm gon' motherf*cking die
On my motherf*cking time
I'm gon' snort some f*cking lines
And shoot myself right in the mind
You gon' see me on the Times
Magazine be filled with 9's
To the head no f*cking crime
Wine and dine got time to fry

Shoot my soul into the sky
Then it lands down in the fire
Shoot my soul up f*cking high
Devil catch me and he smile
Shoot my soul into the sky
Shoot my soul up f*cking high
Shoot my soul up f*cking high
Devil catch me and he smile

Gods too decompose
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Writer: Finn Parrent McKone
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