Human Cloth lyrics

[Intro]
Goddamn, damn, G-Mo
Back at it again with the human cloth
Back at it again (Back at it again, back at it)

[Chorus]
That fur hat is dope, G-Mo you a boss
And that new trench coat, that sh*t is stupid raw
Where they sell those at? How much do it cost?
b*tch my whole f*cking outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth)
b*tch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth!)
b*tch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!

[Verse 1]
Lit, b*tch my outfit is made of dead people
Dressed to kill, fresh to death, make your chicken head leave you
That Gucci belt make you think our bread equal
You must be retarded, they let the Special Ed teach you
I get shipments in packages from the Philippines
Human traffic 'em and then I put them traps on the guillotine
Draw the flesh from the bones on a silk machine
Use it to sew a pair of jeans I'm finna stitch the seams
You a bum, we don't shop at the same Macy's,
Them tight clothes got you looking like Wayne Brady
I'm Wayne Gacy and my leather face game crazy
This ain't Louis Vuitton this a white b*tch named Stacy
[Chorus]
That fur hat is dope, G-Mo you a boss
And that new trench coat, that sh*t is stupid raw
Where they sell those at? How much do it cost?
b*tch my whole f*cking outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth)
b*tch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth!)
b*tch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!

[Verse 2]
I got my outfit from the deep web
You n*ggas still run around rocking cheap threads
I'm steeping out with new clothes every week man
When I need a new wardrobe I leave ya peeps dead
What's your nationality, that's what I'm askin'
b*tch said she was Alaskan, I want that skin
Brought her back to my cabin, started stabbin'
She wore VANS so she died in the worse fashion
I shop at graveyards because I rock cadavers
A lot of rappers think they fresh but they not as dapper
I pull up on a flock of b*tches n*gga watch them gather
Tell that n*gga Sway he ain't got the answers (You ain't got the answers, Sway!)
[Chorus]
That fur hat is dope, G-Mo you a boss
And that new trench coat, that sh*t is stupid raw
Where they sell those at? How much do it cost?
b*tch my whole f*cking outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth)
b*tch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth!)
b*tch my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!

[Verse 3]
b*tch my outfit is a hundred percent Homosapien
He was homosexual so I strangled him
Brought the flesh back to my basement so I can tailor it
Make it fit now when I'm on stage I'm looking dangerous
I shanked the n*gga in his neck and he bled slowly
Now I'm in your area wearing your dead homie
I rock it at the n*ggas funeral get up and speak
"He was a good man, but my outfit is f*cking sweet."
You n*ggas know what I do with a meat cleaver
Butcher knives, chainsaws, pitchforks, and weed eaters?
f*ck your hand me down prada and them weak sneakers
My closet looking like a deep freezer
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