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Choke and Croak IN DA Club (imagine the beat to 50 Cent’s In Da Club) by lawlorbreeze Go, run, push, drop ya fowty, Go, smash, choke, shawty, Gasp, gag, your skin a pretty gray, We goin’ party, let shoes your face frey, And ya know our lives aren’t worth a fuck, Your termination tonight will come, with some luck. (chorus 2x) You can find me up in da club, bottle full of bub, Look moma, we can resurrect if you into taking drugs, I’m into taking Dante’s trek, I won’t make the last deal of the deck, So come spray some pepper, then everyone can crush me like a leper. (verse) When I pull up front, you see my hearse on dubs, Skull ride rolls twenty deep, twenty strechers push out of da club, don’t weep, People heard I died and get eat by grubs, now at the funeral gotta show me love, I be more pale than Eminem, and the hoes, they look like they suckin’ lem, But homie, since I wuz 12 my life ain’t change, but now I feel like I’m cookin on a range, I see a stack in capacity of eight dubs, CSI, roll dem bodies up, If you watch me move, you’ll mistake me for a ghoul or an imp, The club’s like getting hit with a few shells, but I can’t walk or even limp, In the hood, ladies shouting, “50 people Rest In Peace” dot dot, They miss my style, I want them to remember me like Pac, But holla, in purgatory, they tell you muerto, And the plan is to put Lucifer in a choke hold, I feel focused man, getting my wings without tryin’ on my mind, Go back like It’s A Wonderful Life, a lonely George I gotta find, Now shawty say she sweatin’ hot she wants to heat snow, Her girlfriend just sighs, they know they’ll never angel glow.
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