Top Songs By TRAUMAGANG
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Locust ll
Songwriter
Caleb Thomas Eanes
Songwriter
jason chase burgan
Songwriter
Branden Knapp
Songwriter
Bobby Lark
Songwriter
Lyrics
Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running from the cops
Mother fucker I got plays, making ways with the drop
I been moving weight, stay away from the opps
I'm a put you in your place if you try to take my spot
Mother fucker, I'm a rage till my fucking body drop
I'm the only faggot around these parts ripping shit apart
From my heart, that shit start to rot, dripping sticky liquid on the floor of my apartment
Smell like I gotta body three feet below my carpet
Smell like barf, bitch
Bang bang, what you claim? Vey claiming everything
No sane brain could taste the pain and take it where I've taken it, mane
Taking and breaking the bank, Forty hour week then hop on a stage
So if you try me, try to get in my way
We can pull up on you, pull a caper today
Miami here I come, Orlando here I come
South Carolina, Georgia, and Tennessee, I'm the one
Got Hennessy on my tongue while I prance under the sun
Don't forget who made you, bum
AVL can be Hell, run
Ain't no fucking with the soldiers
Traumagang fangs in your shoulder
Traumagang hang with the bolder, trauma, pain, stained, feeling colder
Life's a bitch and we fucking on her, ravage shit just like a bulldozer
Shut up brother, you a full poser
Traumagang bring the full quota
Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running from the cops
Mother fucker I got plays, making ways with the drop
I been moving weight, stay away from the opps
I'm a put you in your place if you try to take my spot
Mother fucker, I'm a rage till my fucking body drop
Body drop
Rage shit, ape shit
Bitch we on that gang shit
Ain't nobody talking, if they do we break they face then
Hate it, fake it, what you wanna say bitch
Big ole brand new shotty paint the walls, tmg bang shit
What's inside my cup, I mix it up, it make me sicker
Beat his ass inside the bar, mixing blood with the liquor
Can't see my reflection, it's demons inside the mirror
One inside the head, leave them dead when I pull the trigger
I see all the hating and faking, they cannot stand me
Heart shaped pills and we pass them around like candy
Fucked up in the head and it be hard to understand me
Take her to the back, now she trying to take off her panties
Fucked up mind, I'm in a fucked up state
Fucked up kid stuck in a fucked up place
Fucked up world I'm in a fucked up time
Save nobody we gonna take your life
Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running from the cops
Mother fucker I got plays, making ways with the drop
I been moving weight, stay away from the opps
I'm a put you in your place if you try to take my spot
Mother fucker, I'm a rage till my fucking body drop
Mother fucker, gotta tell them we got options
Pussy ass boy, you just made my fucking opp list
Grab him by his shirt and then we threw him in the mosh pit
We toxic, we about that action, not talking
Stripping the minimum, gotta be killing them, leaving them choking like cinnamon
Popping the Ritalin, watching like cinema, but I be loving it when I diminish them
Fred Durst, bitch we about to break shit
Traumagang and Flatline, we be on that rage shit
I been thinking bad thoughts, I'm out my fucking mind
Dead man walking, demon creeping from inside
Bout to cause a homicide, no fucks if I die
Aye aye
I wanna see a body hit the floor
I'm drowning in these liquor pools, I'm Kendrick, drink some more
I'm with my demons, blunt lit and we go to war
We all got trauma, pop a perc so I can't feel no more
I said fuck death so I can't fear no more
Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running from the cops
Mother fucker I got plays, making ways with the drop
I been moving weight, stay away from the opps
I'm a put you in your place if you try to take my spot
Mother fucker, I'm a rage till my fucking body drop
Writer(s): James Locust Ll
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