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letra de body parts - bomshot

[bomshot]
yo, when the shotty pops they’ll be cleaning up body parts
somebody call the cops and the whole f-cking party stops
we blast at ya, the f-cking boston massacre
one shot to ya chest f-cks up ya cardiovascular
chop ya head off, i’ll be striking vital organs
the mothaf-ckaz come in deep to ya door just like the mormons
f-cking with me, i’ll let n0body survive
you can run and hide, i’ll f-cking bury you alive
put a baseball bat to ya head then i beat it
rip ya heart right out ya mothaf-cking chest then i’ll eat it
cut ya stomach open make ya guts hang out
i’ll clear this whole f-cking spot when these shots rang out
yo you wanna get crunk? drink some gasoline
light you up like a lamp with some kerosene
i’ll make your lungs collapse
and while you’re catching ya breath
chase you in a dark alley, f-cking stab you to death
[chorus] scratches
“chop ya head off”
“you’re just wasting ya breath”
“son, i get mothaf-ckers to you”
“i’m not playing”
“stick my f-cking blade thru you”
“n0body gives a f-ck about you”
“you better run or just call it a truce”
“or you’ll be another victim…”

[bomshot]
yo, you’re very sinful and you need to be punished
you don’t wanna f-ck with bomshot mothaf-ckaz i run sh-t
your dead riddance, i’ll be leaving you bed ridden
open up my closet it’s filled with dead kittens
i’ll have an army hunting you cuz i don’t love none of you
i’ll tie you up and k!ll your whole family right in front of you
you’re a waste of flesh, my blades’ made to skin it
i’ll burn your house down to the ground with you in it
bone chilling and blood spilling, stick my drilling in ’em
embalming fluid filling them, i’m mothaf-cking k!lling ’em
back the rusty revolver with the serial scr-ped off
don’t make me have your whole f-cking neighborhood taped off
i chop heads, barb lead, cops bled, sharp heads
till all of ’em drop dead, a lot fled
the coffin top red
at ya grave plot bomshot rocked ya knot to bed
(chorus) scratches
“chop ya head off”
“you’re just wasting ya breath”
“son, i get mothaf-ckers to you”
“i’m not playing”
“stick my f-cking blade thru you”
“n0body gives a f-ck about you”
“you better run or just call it a truce”
“or you’ll be another victim”
“k!ll ’em again”
“k!ll ’em again”
“i’ll sn-tch ya soul”
“k!ll ’em again”
“k!ll ’em again”
“bomshot mothaf-cka”
“leave you f-cking bleeding to death”

- bomshot

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