"CHERNOBYL (76 STICKS)" lyrics
76 sticks (Motherfucker, motherfucker)
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin'-, pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
(What they talkin' 'bout)
Yeah I'm dirty, mackin' every bitch, you know I'm bout it, hoe
Poison in this paper, puff Chernobyl 'til it's cloudy, hoe
Oh, you see a future with me? Truthfully, I doubt it, hoe
Had to cut the circuit breaker, that's just how I'm routed, hoe
Open up my butcher shop
Bitch, I get that look a lot
I can't satisfy this hunger, boy, that's why I cook a lot
Signal when you got 'em, we red dot him, give 'em chicken pox
Such a waste of life, and that's why she don't suck yo dick a lot
Silly stupe, sneaky stealing loot
Vanish in this ghillie suit, fingers in hillbilly soup
I would wanna kill me too
Hold up though, I really do
Tweakin' but I still be cool
Algae in my filthy pool
Kill 'em all cause Jason fell asleep and I been up a minute
I might probe you with this gadget that I just invented
Grizzly fur on that ushanka, that's my Russian chemist
Check my pulse and if you feel it I ain't fuckin' finished
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin'-, pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
(What they talkin' 'bout)
76 sticks, teeny bitch, big tits
Got some bullets and a Ruger on my Christmas list
While you falling down the stairs I'm bout to kickflip six
Boy your time is runnin' out, you hear that tick, tick, tick
I'm so precise, a football field away, I knock off Coca-Cola tops
'Bout to do 'em greasy, it's me, Ponyboy, and Sodapop
Blinded by the pussy, that ain't love c'mon you know it's not
Laid so many hoes to rest tonight, I threw my shoulder out
Skull Kid dropped his album, now they keep his Motorola hot
Bitch don't act surprised, I show red flags that you was told about
Booby trappin' bunnies, now I'm huntin', look at Lola hop
Hitlist quite extensive, 'bout as long as a Magnolia watch
Kill 'em all, cause Jason fell asleep and I've been up a minute
I might probe you with this gadget that I just invented
Grizzly fur on that ushanka, that's my Russian chemist
Check my pulse, and if you feel it I ain't fucking finished
You ready?
You ready, boy?
Control that motherfucker
Load that motherfucker
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin'-, pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
(What they talkin' 'bout)
Yeah I'm dirty, mackin' every bitch, you know I'm bout it, hoe
Poison in this paper, puff Chernobyl 'til it's cloudy, hoe
Oh, you see a future with me? Truthfully, I doubt it, hoe
Had to cut the circuit breaker, that's just how I'm routed, hoe
Open up my butcher shop
Bitch, I get that look a lot
I can't satisfy this hunger, boy, that's why I cook a lot
Signal when you got 'em, we red dot him, give 'em chicken pox
Such a waste of life, and that's why she don't suck yo dick a lot
Silly stupe, sneaky stealing loot
Vanish in this ghillie suit, fingers in hillbilly soup
I would wanna kill me too
Hold up though, I really do
Tweakin' but I still be cool
Algae in my filthy pool
Kill 'em all cause Jason fell asleep and I been up a minute
I might probe you with this gadget that I just invented
Grizzly fur on that ushanka, that's my Russian chemist
Check my pulse and if you feel it I ain't fuckin' finished
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
Pickin'-, pickin' up the gun
Pickin' up the gun
(What they talkin' 'bout)
76 sticks, teeny bitch, big tits
Got some bullets and a Ruger on my Christmas list
While you falling down the stairs I'm bout to kickflip six
Boy your time is runnin' out, you hear that tick, tick, tick
I'm so precise, a football field away, I knock off Coca-Cola tops
'Bout to do 'em greasy, it's me, Ponyboy, and Sodapop
Blinded by the pussy, that ain't love c'mon you know it's not
Laid so many hoes to rest tonight, I threw my shoulder out
Skull Kid dropped his album, now they keep his Motorola hot
Bitch don't act surprised, I show red flags that you was told about
Booby trappin' bunnies, now I'm huntin', look at Lola hop
Hitlist quite extensive, 'bout as long as a Magnolia watch
Kill 'em all, cause Jason fell asleep and I've been up a minute
I might probe you with this gadget that I just invented
Grizzly fur on that ushanka, that's my Russian chemist
Check my pulse, and if you feel it I ain't fucking finished
You ready?
You ready, boy?
Control that motherfucker
Load that motherfucker
