„Choir of the Damned’ versuri

„Choir of the Damned’ lyrics by Lil Ruin

Intro
(Ayy Proof, this that pressure!)
Yeah…
(Doom music in the background)
Lil Ruin in this bitch, you know how I’m comin’—
Fictional bodies, real bars, fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? (Grrah!)

Verse 1
Play with Ruin, get your shit split
He was dissin’ on the ‘Gram, now that dumb bitch on a RIP list (Boom!)
Told bro slide with that switch, yeah, we made his dome do kickflips
All that woofin’ got him cooked, left his face lookin’ like some quick grits (Ugh!)
Closed casket, choir singin’, mama cryin’, can’t even kiss him
Ain’t no pity in this game, catch him lackin’, we won’t miss him
Yo main bitch do what I say—she suck me good, then wash my dishes (She do!)
She came once, now she obsessed, said my name like it’s religious (Facts)
Boy, don’t try no slick shit, we got scopes, beams, and extensions
I don’t beef with no broke ho, she just beggin’ for attention (Broke-ass bitch!)
Got the .40 in my pants, make a movie, no audition
Hollow tips gon’ hum a note, like the choir in a mission
F&N stay by my side, like we bonded by tradition
Caught his ass up in that whip, made his seatbelt feel the tension (Boom, boom!)
We don’t shoot just for no leg, we aim high and make decisions
That .223 hit his spirit, now he flyin’ with the pigeons (Squawk)
Yeah, bitch, we don’t do no peace, we just throw shit in ignition (Skrrt!)

Chorus
Before I lay me down tonight
I clutch my heat and grip it tight
That chopper sing, it take his life
I pray to God I make it right
(Hell nah, I ain’t no saint, bitch)
(If he slide, he die—facts!)

Verse 2
They be mad ‘cause I’m the villain, diamonds dancin’, chain on wicked (Woo!)
I just fucked his sister twice, then texted back like, „Come and get it” (Haha!)
She said Ruin got that power, now she stalkin’ me like Reddit (Thirsty)
Brody got the drop, we spin his spot, that FN came with edits
Hundred rounds sound like percussion, hit his chest, that bitch was thumpin’ (Boom-boom-boom)
All these rappers cappin’ hard, but in real life, they duckin’, runnin’ (Pussy!)
You won’t see me in no club unless that stick up in my stomach
Told my youngin’ get that bag, he spent it all, then got to gunnin’
Tried to play like he was tough, we left him twitchin’ like a puppet (Dummy)
Got no patience, I want smoke, ain’t no peace or public bluffin’
If the feds ask me some questions, I go deaf—like I heard nothin’ (What?)
All that dissin’ got him chalked up, now his folks collectin’ nothin’
We turned him into a ghost, left his face behind the curtain
Big drum, like it’s halftime, bitch we steppin’ with a purpose (Step, step!)
If he speak on Scoom again, we pop his dome just like a surface (Baow!)
Yeah, I been a menace, ever since I had a burner
We’ll do you so damn dirty, they gon’ paint you in a mural (Rest in piss)

Chorus
Before I lay me down tonight
I clutch my heat and grip it tight
That chopper sing, it take his life
I pray to God I make it right
(Ayy bro, I’m sorry… but he had to go)
(Walk him down—grrah, grrah!)