Multiplexes – 6 Feet Below

Multiplexes – 6 Feet Below Lyrics

Artist: Multiplexes
Song: 6 Feet Below

The Virus
You better duck right when I see you
Margiela, my sweater, I copped it from D2
Big f#ckin’ chopper, I call it “Cthulhu”

Look at these hollows, they sendin’ right through you
I am a pitbull, you are 〈.?.〉
Look at my wrist, b#tches cold like a igloo
Them n#gg# p#ss#, I can’t really feel you

If hop out then I’m makin’ them bleed too
Aye, you better duck, you better run
Hide in the fog when I reload my gun
That n#gg# p#ss#, put that on my son

Don’t got a son ’cause my son is my gun
Aye, what do you want, lil’ b#tch?
You talk that sh#t but can’t hang with no clique
If I hop out then I’m dumpin’ that b#tch

Fee Fi Fo Fum when my gun in this b#tch
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Release Year: 2020