the choir while we keep setting fires. Come on, come on, come on, come on All sinners welcome here. Thieves, Whores, Conspirators. Open doors for banished souls. All
you really got them guts To walk up to his house, knock on his door Let 'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an A-K Fore you go to bed
a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that
on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what Give me your
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what Give me
really got them guts To walk up to his house, knock on his door Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an a-k Fore you go to bed at night