WHITE VAN lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, you're on GORE STREET)
Takizava spilled your f*cking blood
(GORE STREET)
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(Y-y-you're on Gore Street)

[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
A strange addiction, my body p*ssing
Right on your mouth, lifeless, you're reported missing
I drink your body stew, and now I'm on the move
Cops running fast right through, this case just isn't new
Your body was so tight, it couldn't fit my knife
The gashes that I made, make me proud at night
And every single organ, and every liter pouring
Your rattle sounds like snoring, I'll edge until the morning (GORE STREET)

[Verse 1: rejectedreyna]
Pop the news on, my showcase getting boo'd on
300 different pieces of your body I made the move on
Drop your head onto a bench, it shouldn't take 'em too long
Stalking girls, cut 'em up, and turn 'em to a new song
I'm bumpin' mince, couldn't find my prints, if you want the knife, look inside my kit
But you'll never find me, I'm inside a ditch, my soul is gone but my horror lives
You walked past evil, and you never knew a clue
My case is gone, and your daughter, yeah I f*cked her too
[Verse 2: dekma]
I'm in the white van
Stalking neighbor-neighborhood
Ты хочешь в наш клуб, но sorry
Двери закрыты как [?]
Отличная молодость, не жалею, что скипнул пару тус
Закрой свой поганый ебальник, с твоим дерьмом не ебусь
У меня сладкие конфеты, что для других цианид
Я слушаю GORE STREET, теперь у меня гастрит
Похуй, чё он там говорит
Твои слёзы могут голод утолить
Мне не достаточно того, то, что вы можете убить
Просто надежды у меня нет
Тело поместится в один пакет
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Чёрное небо, я не вижу свет
И мы переучимся жить в темноте
Твой главный страх это сосед
Меня ноги сами несут по земле

[Verse 3: Craig Scissorhands]
Get in the van, b*tch, you ain't got no common sense, she don't know where we motherf*ckin' goin'
Mouth tied up not okay with you speaking yet, I know your motherf*ckin' heartbeat is slowing (GORE STREET)
It'll be fine if you let it, keep on squirming, b*tch you look so pathetic
Mangle his face in the back of the white van, hand him a phone tell that b*tch call a medic
Muzzled, gagged, tied, in the whip bumping .357 homicide
When we get back to the crib, I'ma butcher you
Been a while since I had victims as good as you
Been a while since I had victims as good as you
Been a while since I had victims as good as you
[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
A strange addiction, my body p*ssing
Right on your mouth, lifeless, you're reported missing
I drink your body stew, and now I'm on the move
Cops running fast right through, this case just isn't new
Your body was so tight, it couldn't fit my knife
The gashes that I made, make me proud at night
And every single organ, and every liter pouring
Your rattle sounds like snoring, I'll edge until the morning