"After 12" lyrics

"After 12"

After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling
After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling

My automatic will leave you automatically murdered
Leave the convertible automobile running when I squirt it
Autopsy's morbid, when your family absorbs the fact
That you're gone forever, blasted into orbit
My gat's bigger than Norbit's obese wife
Be careful with your life kid, cause these streets are trife
Ride around in a Corvette, strapped like a war vet
Buck at you like Tourette's
Pop-pop-pop, make the local gazette
Get the broccoli floret, slaughter and dissect you
Talk shit in your car to me, I'll check you, auto-correct you
Autograph your skull with lacerations
The beat butchers you with automation, audacious lyrics
Attack you like an auto-immune deficiency
My autobiography's audible pain, officially vicious, officially
My cash flow's on auto-pilot
You oughta watch how I get down with my hustle
You front, I'll get sorta violent

After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling
After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling

Might I have a brief word with you?

Punch you in the stomach asthmatic
Aquatic torture like a drug addict suicide in the attic, [?] ecstatic
I'm as charismatic as Carrie, covered in blood, wrecking havoc

After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling
After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling


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