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letra de handprintz - bloody ruckus

[verse 1: bl–dy ruckus]
handprints on the walls
all over inside the cellar
stabbing random people [?]
just to watch you suffer
for the allegations that you have against me
i am the k!ller, better look out for me. in the street, when you find me strapped to the t, with a gun and a knife
f-ck with me, i’ll make you bleed. i’m the type of motherf-cker turnin’ suckas into cheese
from under the [?] i’m sicker than ed gein
souls of my victims runnin’ in my blood stream
shooting them all down like i was a dope fiend
take your kid with a slit throat, find em in a trash can, i don’t think n-body knows i’m a mad man
then i write a letter to his family, telling them that his mother will never cuddle her little boy tonight, i was glad man, i’m a sick man i’m a sick f-ck with the intention to murder anything that walks into my path
c-cking the heat, you’re f-cking with the leader
dragging the body into the woods [?]
brain matter splatter all over the f-cking walls
[???????]
cannibalism, feed you to my dogs
i don’t really even think he had enough until he [?]
all the police ever found were mega body parts all over the f-cking floor including little children’s private parts up on the toilet seat…

[hook: bl–dy ruckus]
handprints on the wall
all over the bedroom
it’s a story from the saw
i’m stabbin’ this b-tch, even knowin that it’s wrong
murdering eternally
i’m feelin like i’m hurting everybody with this song
handprints on the walls
feel the touch of death
like a bullet to the chest, [?]
no more regrets, i confess to the mess, better yet
cult shit murderer, betta know who the best
(x2)

[verse 2: bl–dy ruckus]
you wanna talk? you wanna stab? you wanna fight? crack em in the f-cking face with a steel lead pipe
i don’t even joke around i’m about to black out and take you on a burning journey to the [?] bite
hearing voices in my head, they’re telling me to k!ll em all [???] watch me murder them all [???????]
i am, the second charlie manson, little kids running up to me like “can i join your cult crew?”
1: you gotta k!ll your parents, 2: you gotta worship me, 3: you gotta run some errands including washing off the enemies blood right from off of the concrete
and now as i’m lurking alone, i’m looking inside your window i’m feelin so hollow
i know you’re fast asleep, open your mouth for the blades you will swallow
as i was walking down the hallway, i took a left into the parents bedroom with a knife at my waist, took the motherf-cker and held tight in my hand and walked up to the pussy b-tch and carved up his face
walked up to the mother and raped her repeatedly in front of her kids, i lit her pussy up with a torch, watching her die slow, taking away her final breath
never gave a shit about a b-tch, leave a scythe and a pitch fork in her ribs, and please don’t worry about your kids, because i’m brain washing those motherf-ckers cuz i don’t give a shit!

[hook: bl–dy ruckus]
handprints on the wall
all over the bedroom
it’s a story from the saw
i’m stabbin’ this b-tch, even knowin that it’s wrong
murdering eternally
i’m feelin like i’m hurting everybody with this song
handprints on the walls
feel the touch of death
like a bullet to the chest, [?]
no more regrets, [?]
cult shit murderer, betta know who the best
(x2)

- bloody ruckus

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