Durango ’95 (A Real Horror Show) lyrics

[Intro: Meg Tilly]
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left
That's right

[Chorus: Lil Glock & Yung Christ]
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
(Ah)
Glocks popping, bustas dropping ($ui-$ui), n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t

[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Telling me, "Grip that f*cking gun"
Telling me, "Pop that f*cking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane—no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherf*cker steady smoking on that death
Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
Suicide's exciting, now see?
[Chorus: Lil Glock & Yung Christ]
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
(f*ck rap, and f*ck a rapper)
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
(Lets put 'em all in a f*cking hole...)

[Verse 2: Yung Plague & Lil Glock]
I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a Velociraptor
Pull, pullin' off the patch but I ain't takin' off the f*cking mask
Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the f*cking gat's blast
Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
G*59 where the beast's signs fine
f*ck a feast, I'm fine dying
Life gave me lemons, but I want a f*cking lime
Ain't got the time to die tryin'
b*tch, I know I'll die alone
Either in a ditch or on a throne
(Glocks popping, bustas dropping, drop, drop, drop, drop)
Either way, in a pit I'm being thrown
Everything is nothing, and I'm f*cking decomposed
[Outro: Lil Glock]
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping, n*ggas duckin' from this sh*t
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—