"Seventeen" lyrics

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh (Woo)
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Wassup, yeah

Morgue in the pits, we torment ya
Inside a way in the center
Drugs in me, might lose my temper
Magazine, we gonna get ya
Morgue in the pits, we torment ya
Inside a way in the center
Drugs in me, might lose my temper
Magazine, we gonna get ya

Suburban kid
Bang my head, 'til the brain, bust
Drink, one, fifty, one, proof
Kill my taste buds
Who the fuck is you?
Runnin' down, we don't play stuff
Who the fuck is you?
Runnin' down, we don't play stuff
Uh, lil' Godzilla dipped out the bank in a mask
Ran off of the cops, sayin', looked at the Jag
And with the panic provider, react that fast
Smoke them, rubbin my nose, [?] pressin' the gas, fuck
Dipped out and then I pop the clutch
The middle finger out the window, I give two fucks
I shot fire, and now I gotta roll and duck
And now I'm coming for you, now I gotta bust, bust, bust, bust

Morgue in the pits, we torment ya
Inside a way in the center
Drugs in me, might lose my temper
Magazine, we gonna get you up
Morgue in the pits, we torment ya
Inside a way in the center
Drugs in me, might lose my temper
Magazine, we gonna get ya