Gory Days lyrics

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Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart

Gory days, kid, a butcher knife’ll tear you apart

Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days

When we bludgeon you’ll get your brain laced, you’re bein’ handsome’s erased

We’ll punch you in the same place, ‘til we break our hands on your face

You crack your head first, whatever I get, you get worse

I got a busted lip, you got stitches in a hospital bed hearse

This ain’t a play-fight, you’ll get beaten in broad daylight

People watchin’ me, kid, but I ain’t got no stage fright

No cops in sight, you gettin’ cracked from the side

And if there’s more beef, we’ll find you and put bombs under your ride

The struggle to live, curl up ‘cause too many kicks will purple your ribs

When you’re outnumbered by six

And no one’s jumpin’ in to dead it

With me and my peeps are swinging hatchets and axes

You think they wanna get hit?

All OGs know the code of the streets

Mind your own biz, never go to police, that’s how it is

I live Scarface scenes, I live Pulp Fiction scenes

Life is one big movie on the screen

Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart

Gory days, kid, a butcher knife’ll tear you apart

Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days (bitches)

Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart

Gory days, kid, a machete’ll tear you apart

Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days (I hope you die)

You made my fuckin’ day sour, I’ll still display power

While up for forty-eight hours, the blood still sprayed like showers

Boxers get knocked out, jab me, I’ll jab you

What you put out, you get back

It might be worse, we’ll blast you

Cops are searchin’ for me for crimes I committed last year

But haven’t caught me yet so I’ll drop it in rhymes

I know you want me dead, put stitches in your forehead

But, kid, I want you more dead, hope you bled in your bed

Fifteen hours in a hospital, waiting for a doctor to sew you up, an impossible operation

You press charges, you’re less than a carcass

In the streets, no respect, you’ll get ya stuffed in a car regardless

Don’t judge a book by a cover, ‘cause a cat could be a crook undercover

And snap and jux up your blubber

From happiness to anarchist, from pacifist to blasphemous, kid, that’s how fast it flips

Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart

Gory days, kid, a butcher knife’ll tear you apart

Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days (kill ‘em)

Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart

Gory days, a machete’ll tear you apart

Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days

Bitch!