Slaughter Swamp lyrics
by Baker Ya Maker
[Verse 1]
Who let me out
Its the wulf on the prowl
You know nothing bout me
Just the myth in yo town
Its the bird box in this b*tch
Don't look at me better look down
Think they tough, look up
I make sure that they kill them self now
Look at this blood, thick like mud
Let a b*tch run, cuz I think its fun
She so dumb, didn't run
She's stumbling fumbling right into my f*cking rug
That fits nicely into my trunk
Wonder why they think I'm done
I'm not done until I've won
Bodies floating in slaughter swamp
[Chorus] x4
Wanna know just where I be
Could be in the trees or in the leaves
Or somewhere minus 20 degrees
You beg me plеase, might let you leavе
[Verse 1]
Who let me out
Its the wulf on the prowl
You know nothing bout me
Just the myth in yo town
Its the bird box in this b*tch
Don't look at me better look down
Think they tough, look up
I make sure that they kill them self now
Look at this blood, thick like mud
Let a b*tch run, cuz I think its fun
She so dumb, didn't run
She's stumbling fumbling right into my f*cking rug
That fits nicely into my trunk
Wonder why they think I'm done
I'm not done until I've won
Bodies floating in slaughter swamp