[Intro]
Wait!
[Chorus]
Look into the body to the b*tches when you talking to my b*tches
No one get a leeches
When a little motherf*cker [?]
Look into the body to the b*tches when you talking to my b*tches
No one get a leeches
When a little motherf*cker [?]
[Verse 1]
All I need to do is kill you with a power drill
I know we'll get killed, your body's screaming, little blood spill
With my chainsaw massacre, non-stop!
Smashing you with my hammer, lemme, you'll get slammer
When I bury six feet deep, that's your grave
Punishing the Devil and their slaves, information
You'll kick my ass when I kill you with my hammer and chisel
I'll burn you with my blowtorch flame, not Keesal
Don't wake me up?!
With my pliers, I took out your teeth, well I'm killing you too!
My own rusty scissors to cut it off, your head
I have to really kill you with my motherf*ckin' bloody axe
To make that f*ck I'll send you to heaven and hell
'Cos begging to leaving you, I'll never fell
I'll sharp you with my goddamn f*ckin pencils
I'll lock the door and turn off the lights when the candles through the evil chamber
Through your grave with your back to the devil f*ck wise
And I'll kill you with my pliers
As she can run away from me, with the screwdriver wanna kills you
When the blade hits deepest in the grave? (Yeah)
I feel my braves, my tiger fist, when I smash you in your face
I'm not good enough to be a criminal overreacting
When I'm using weapons and I'm overreacting
Bury me a grave when they crucifix your skull and brain
You and your n*ggas crave, word up
The early two or ten, when my kids will stop it
And my n*gga blast it and I'll leave a n*gga feeling roasted
Don't even mention you to (?) unholy grail
I know you get your blood spill looking to my drill
No one every gives a n*ggas on a (?) true diet
When your niece crying, and another n*gga dying
When the Crustified Dibbs bought a Toolbox
Where at you get this is the hard rocks
It's too waiting in the [?]
n*ggas dying in the [?]
When (?) burn in the hospital
Will you give me your nostril and give me a [?]
When the kids (?) your gravestone
I know a (?) your tombstones
I know a (?) plum, i know those n*ggas be a devil tampon
My sh*tting n*ggas hacksaw, I'm tired, I'll be back into your grave
Performing you to the dark
Your college from the (?) inside to the church
You cast me in your funeral like I'm ready to die
Supplied, don't call me a lie, don't die
Besides, your hopeless (?) to your high
Don't call me a lie, you never come back and resurrect from your grave
Behave (?) and be a crave
n*ggas get enslaved, blood in the [?]
[?] swat
[?] crimes in the [?]
From the underground with the [?] back to sound
I love to be the great sound (?) bloodshed (?)
That means to stop them, my life is over
Don't even gonna try a (?)
(?) beginning of end this (?) dead or alive
(?) about you (?) arriving
And you'll be your (?) for own blood
Evil begins to the suffered (?) mud
(?) psychos
(?) psychos
(?)
[Chorus]
Look into the body to the b*tches when you talking to my b*tches
No one get a leeches
When a little motherf*cker (?)
Look into the body to the b*tches when you talking to my b*tches
No one get a leeches
When a little motherf*cker (?)