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letra de morgue - bloody punk

[verse]
smoking souls, got red runtz, keep some blues, got no ones
i got tools, you got stuns, these jeans cost more than your lungs
hitting juggs, ’cause i need funds
lurk around my city with a blade that’s rusty
end up in the er if you rush me, brother keep an ar and it’s russian
couple hydros that i’m crushing, now my nose is bl–dy, gushing
summon couple witches in my coven
cartel and crip ties, so cops got to drop my case
before i mutilate piggies’ face, have to fumigate the place
i’m a punk, don’t give no peace, pop out like some chicken grease
or some cocaine residue, timbеrlands stomp, a pair or two
my b-tch sucking d-ck, i ain’t headless, i’m not a horseman
i don’t f-ck with mothеrf-ckers, i ain’t a good sportsman
walk on the field, it’s a blood sport, louis belt on when i walk in court
stretcher and he-rs- for your body transport
your body’s going to stink when you’re in the morgue
pick your chin up kid, wait, it’s on the floor
jason voorhees, leave you by the lakeshore
f-ck around, make them bring back best gore
your best girlfriend was my best wh0re
shooter keep a .44, f-ck you talking on the net for?
i’m war ready, my angel number .223
i’m a omen, it’s a bad sign when you see me
i’m not scared of twelve, b-tch, i’m smoking freely
bl–dy punk, what i’m sipping on is that red rum
bl–dy punk, what i’m smoking on smell like a dead skunk
probably ’cause i’m smoking on your dead son
smoking souls, got red runtz, keep some blues, got no ones
i got tools, you got stuns, these jeans cost more than your lungs
hitting juggs, ’cause i need funds, run up, scorch your lungs
run up, get your lungs scorched
i’m a gargoyle, perched up on your front porch
tie you up in a warehouse, rope and blowtorch
block so hot, i caught a heatstroke, keep a blade on me like a bloke
cripping in my blood, writing everything in c note
fully automatic in the fabric black trench coat
john kramer, torso hanger, omen cutthroat
block so hot, i got to lay low, leave you with a stich like lilo
in the morgue, it’s a real horror show
eenie-meenie-miney-mo, toe tag on your big toe
black metal punk, lurk out with the crows

- bloody punk

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