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letra de d.d.t.d.o. - baxoul breakstone

(intro)
d-d-t-d-o (x8)

[verse 1]
demons don’t take days off/
and neither does satan
angels don’t get laid off/
kharma’s what you make it
tryin’ to f-ck with me/
and i’ma have your crew p-ssin’ out like they zits
run up on me with that blade/
like texas chain you’ll end up faceless
i might be quiet/
sure, i dont talk much
i keep a small group/
but naw, we don’t flaunt guns
let’s shoot it out between bars/
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout shots of vodka!
if you really wanna throw hands/
listen up, i won’t stop ya…
you’ve already been forewarned once/
and if i throw one back i’ll ciroc ya’!
drag your -ss to my shed/
because that’s where i play doctor
start by cutting your tongue out/
i’m the k!ller cat that just gotcha
stop and think about how you got here/
picking on the unstable
now he’s gonna let you bleed ’til you’re rotten/
cuttin’ you up when n0body’s watchin’!
saving the rest of ’em up in a meat locker/
honestly thinking no one can stop ’em, he’s going bonkers!

[chorus x4]
d-d-t-d-o
betta hope your clique knows…
that i am the demon and i’ve been creeping cause they’re the ones that i’m coming for

[verse #2]
i’m a sick individual, a little bit psycho/
but i’ll flip if one of my victims compares me to michael
myers, might i make a merry murderous suggestion/
not even jeffery dahmer, oj, or jack “the ripper” are in contention
for the t-tle of the sickest, most savage, ravenous k!llers/
i’d k!ll ’em all one by one, and then smile for the tabloid pictures
you can’t exploit my weaknesses/
or even my mistakes
sh-t, i don’t know what weakness is/
but chances are it’s fake!
now they’re asking me/
“why do you do what you do?” enlighten me
so i told ’em all my secrets/
now they all scream at the sight of me
some even tried to be me
but not as violently/
covered in guts, and yet i’m stylishly
k!lling this game, is it really that f-cking hard to see?

- baxoul breakstone

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