PERC666 (FEAT. JERRY CURLS) lyrics
by UNDEAD PAPI
(Hook : Jerry Curls)
I pop a perky, on me, fight the demons
And those f*ckers turn me to a demon, demon
I pop a 30, on me, fight the demons
And the perkys turn me to a demon, demon
I pop a xanny, on me, fight the demons
Then the xannies turn me to a demon, demon
I pour the tec it helps me fight the demons
Who knew that sh*t would turn me to a demon, demon
(Verse : Jerry Curls)
I pour activist to fight the demons
Talk to Jesus while I walk with demons, demons
Drop off roof, ain't got no ceiling
Call Zay, he gone complete the mission
Pick up tacos, f*cking thot hoes
She gone f*ck the squad
b*tch I'm guapped up, Johnny (???)
I be in the city like I'm herbo
Stomp a n*gga in these all white fazos
Now they bloody shoes, leave you bloody dude, dude
She want coco 'till she get a bloody nose
No runny nose, that's a cold drip
Jerry Curls, why you f*cking up the culture
(Hook : Jerry Curls)
I pop a perky, on me, fight the demons
And those f*ckers turn me to a demon, demon
I pop a 30, on me, fight the demons
And the perkys turn me to a demon, demon
I pop a xanny, on me, fight the demons
Then the xannies turn me to a demon, demon
I pour the tec it helps me fight the demons
Who knew that sh*t would turn me to a demon, demon
(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
I drop some acid just to fight the demons
I pop some xannies, man I got my reasons
I got my reasons
Gripping on this tool, I'll end they f*cking breathing
This war ain't over 'till I see you n*ggas bleeding
Ima dump 'ya body in the lake
Ima pull this tool I don't run from the jakes
Point this python where the f*cking snakes is
Pull up with a mask, n*gga looking like jason
FMJ leave a pus*y n*gga faceless
Sawed off pump, give 'ya b*tch a f*cking face lift
Load this b*tch, no prints on the cases
When I peel off, leave a pus*y n*gga brainless
b*tch i'm so grimy, undead sleep with a mop
You tongue kiss that b*tch, that thot gimme top
Launcher like a cannon, knock a opp out his socks
Choppa do the holocaust, how I make these n*ggas drop
I'm on the uppers just to fight my demons. aye
I drop some lucy, find a better meaning, aye
I grip that pole, Ima f*cking heathen, aye
So if they talking leave they mother weeping, b*tch!