City Morgue
CREEPIN’
[Intro]
Diablo

[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
N***as killed your brother, you ain't even act 'bout it (Fuck outta here)
All you went and did is went and wrote a lil rap bout it (Bitch!)
Still sellin' crack (Work) outside ya' family home, I ain't runnin' to the backhouses, (Mula) I don't fuck with rats
All I do is clap mouses, (Boom!) baby mommas trippin' (No no)
Ain't a pot to piss in, crazy thot a Christian (Slide)
Babyyagi chicken (Work), lately I've been driftin’
458 Rari match box edition (Skrt!)
Got the trappers and the shooters, (Mula) back to back up in the uber (Skrt-Skrt!)
N***as cracking your medula, that's what happen' when you stupid (Boom!)
6 shot revolver, nah, I'll hit 'em with the MAC-1 (Boom-Boom!)
2 shot to the head, he ain't comin' back from (Boom-Boom!)
Know a lotta' n***as that was real turn bitch (Fuck outta here)
Know a lotta' n***as that was killed turned snitch (Rat!)
Straight from the mud, pussy, wе done earned this (Sleezy!)
Last yеar we was broke, now we turn rich (Mula!)
Bitch!

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Morgue, fake reform, a box cutter abortion (Okay)
And tossin' the fetus in trash (Wassup?)
Countin' the losses of hell forces, in the holy place of worship
When I fall, you fall, we all fall down (Huh?)
In the ground now the screaming can't be heard from us now (Okay)
I turn a soul into a spirit with a word from my mouth (Wassup?)
Now I have a little mess, I got some blood on my couch (Huh?)
But I'm likin' how it looks, so Imma' leave it for now (Huh?)
You pray to god even tho' the pastor doesn't trust you (Okay)
Because you're a n***a and the preacher wanna' fuck you (What?)
I pray to triggers and buckshot chrome tools
I don't shoot pictures, no polaroids in my crew (Okay)
AK take face off like faceoff (Uh-huh)
All systems go clear for takeoff
Gather around, let's have a seance (Okay)
Gather around, let's have a seance (Okay!)