BONECRUSH lyrics

[Intro: KILLRIDDLE]
Put your ashes on the table, I'ma snort it like it's drugs
I'ma make a f*cking bag from selling bodies and some guns
AK-47 in my bag, but my cleaver is a plus
I'ma f*cking haunt ya, drink your blood with vodka
Cut you into pieces in my red room where I torture

[Interlude]

[Verse 1: KILLRIDDLE]
I just wanna see your guts
I'ma cut you f*cking open, burn you, turn you into dust
Put your ashes on the table, I'ma snort it like it's drugs
I'ma make a f*cking bag from selling bodies and some guns
AK-47 in my bag, but my cleaver is plus
I'ma f*cking haunt ya, drink your blood with vodka
Cut you into pieces in my red room where I torture
I'ma f*cking monster
Cannibal like Jeffrey Dahmer
Cut you with my scissors, you call me a f*cking barber

[Bridge: KILLRIDDLE]
I'ma peel off all your flesh
Sleep with blades nеxt to my bed
Try save them, you еnd up dead
I only listen to the voices inside my head
[Verse 2: NEEDLEGUTS]
Knock knock, faggot
Pull machetes out we get his head chopped
Three dead bodies in the cellar and they all rot
Pull up with the bandages on, never get caught
Messing your whole torso, leave your guts tied in a big knot
Talk about it
We stitched his mouth shut like it's KILLRIDDLE
He ain't 'bout it
Testing his skull with my new Desert Eagle
I despise him
He actin' like a b*tch, sh*t makes me throw up
Traumatize him
I'm coming back just like a f*cking sequel
G-g-got mental problems and a scene that's on my di*k
That's why yo' b*tch just always hits my line, but she is just a freak
I'm robbing where I used to shop, I get the bag and then I dip
I line them up and slit their throats, I'm going on a killing spree

[Bridge: NEEDLEGUTS]
I just wanna pack shanks and guns
My dream's to crush souls and take away sons
Hold and crush bones, violence runs in my blood
No need for hands down, I'll shoot you for fun

[Verse 3: KILLRIDDLE]
Haha
The voices in my head, they telling me to kill
I'ma serve your limbs up on a plate with a side of pills
Mashed up all his brains and then we turn him to a three-course meal
Me and NEEDLE chilling in the psych ward, we ain't know what's real
Running like a dog so I'ma put you on a leash
I'm f*cking crazy, b*tch, I'm f*cked up, I'm curb stomping in the streets
I'll take your bones and start a ritual, I'm insane as it seems
I'm a murderer but swagged up when I'm sagging bloody jeans