If Homicide Was An Olympic Sport lyrics
by 8corpses
[Verse 1: 8corpses]
Kill a motherf*cker, end their life no comma
Where's your God? Guess he's stuck, somewhere in a coma
Homicidal, your remains , I'll defile
Laugh in your face as your body parts dog pile
Pop you like some meds bowling ball served heads
I got voices in my head and in yours I'll put some lead
Everyone I meet I can't help but picture dead
I'm the demon that this population never should have bred
So much of who I am was formed around survival used to crave IV's not talking numerals
Oh my f*cking God I wanna kill people
Oh my f*cking God I wanna kill people
[Chorus: 8corpses]
Kill a motherf*cker, end their life no comma
Where's your God? Guess he's stuck, somewhere in a coma
Homicidal, your remains , I'll defile
[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Hit 'em with the Lysol
Hit 'em with the Pine Sol
They will never smell the f*ckas body it's the right call
Catch 'em at the car show blood on the white walls
Never found his body they been looking all night dog
I let it rip (uh, yuh) Off of the hip (off of the hip!)
You ain't a juggalo homie then nobody telling me sh*t
(Ooh) And that Chapter who I'm with
And that Hatchet who I'm with
Psychopathic til' I RIP
Run that motherf*cking bag up get the money counter
Booty mothaf*ckas hating on me need some baby powder
I can get the sucky from your baby momma
I don't think I wanna but she tryna holla and I'm slangin' chowder
Yeah b*tch
And it's like...that
8 corpse bring that hook back
[Chorus: 8corpses]
Kill a motherf*cker, end their life no comma
Where's your God? Guess he's stuck, somewhere in a coma
Homicidal, your remains , I'll defile