Break Them Wallz Lyrics & Chords By Deuce

9 Lives
Jeffree Star

Deuce:
I’ve been stuck inside my head too long
It's time to get out and Break Them Wallz
I can almost hear them angels call
If gods on my side I won't fall

Jeffree Star:
It's Jeffree Bitch I'm hidin' razor blades in my clit
I used to have a big dick now I'm tighter than shit
I just sucked your dad off, that's how I paid for these tits
Suffocated him quick, so I could play with his kids
Teddy bears and pig tails
Blow pops and blood trails
The tranny’s in your house
Chainsaw, pink nails
Hot pants and high heals
The Dallmer she-male
With deuce and truth it's fuckin unreal
We keep the body parts for our next meal
Sí senorita we go rape you in the rear
Now my makeup’s gettin' smeared
Ooh, my hands are on the mirror
I fucked the whole warped tour
Turning all them bitches queer

Deuce:
I’ve been stuck inside my head too long
It's time to get out and Break Them Wallz
I can almost hear them angels call
If gods on my side I won't fall

Deuce:
It's fuckin' crazy how easy it is
For me to just make all them hits
It don't even take any wit
And that's why I'm dangerous
Don’t think that we ain't got
Them guns on our hips
My guns are stronger than his
Shit's like a bomb when it hits
I'm the new Obama it's sick
The way I rhyme every syllable
My pencils my witness
so yeah I'm the incredible
Deuce you know it's inevitable,
Shits about to get federal
Blow the white house and president up
It shows how much I give a fuck
You know I got more than enough
Skills when your daughters are rockin' vibrators
Cock up in they vaginas
And think that I'm up inside them
But really I'm just here writin'
With Jeffree and Truth beside us
99 percent of the time I got my mind set
On them millions of dollars
And with that comes some violence
Ever since me and Jimmy I met
I’ve been climbin', fuck whilin’
Thats how you know he signed me

Deuce:
I’ve been stuck inside my head too long
It's time to get out and Break Them Wallz
I can almost hear them angels call
If gods on my side I won't fall

Truth:
It's dramma after dramma
I pop to kill
Mother fuckers know that I keep it real
I'm not a patient but I'm mad ill
Don’t play me son you might get killed
Same city same whip
I'm back in the same bitch
Not 50 not EM
We droppin’ the same hits
Damn kid you know I'm on it like Hendrix
I damage everybody thats average
They talk about me all the time
But I don’t really give a fuck
Under pressure all the time
I'm in the hood pistol tucked
I'm the Truth I state the facts
Fuck a snitch I murder rats
My state of mind is hustle grind
Make some moves and watch me shine

Pistol layin' on my lap
Angels got my fuckin’ back

This is hell bitch
All red like velvet
9 Lives kid,
Lemme see you rep this

Deuce:
I’ve been stuck inside my head too long
It's time to get out and Break Them Wallz
I can almost hear them angels call
If gods on my side I won't fall