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letra de what i need - bukshot

[verse 1: mr 8 legz]
hard to break a heart when you no longer have one
but it’s mad fun accepting that and moving to a path on
which you replaced that hurt with the urge of drawing plasm
from severed nerves and vertebrae while they scream and spasm
a couple knives left in spines, alive yet paralyzed
bleed ’em ’til they’re hollow, it’s a shifting of the paradigms
patterns always changing so they don’t over-n-lyze
my modus of operandi find their deaths are all the samе kind
blood’s always involved, that’s the only connection
splattеred on the walls, going every direction
can’t find the impact point at all or even guess what’s the weapon
it changes every session, pause, i implement a new method
could say that god’s plan to create us and everything here
so i’m just paying ’em back in a fashion that happens to steer
towards a slash in your neck, lack of a breath and the f-cking fear
filling your eyes before crimson red replaces the tears, ’cause
[chorus: bukshot]
there’s a presence of darkness crawling on me
crawling on me, crawling on me
sins of the heartless falling on me
falling on me, falling on me
i can taste the vengeance in my t–th
go ahead and breathe, it’s what i need
no face, take ’em out in one sweep
i make ’em bleed, it’s what i need

[interlude: paul terenzi (peter licassi)]
maybe they’re just cruising through the galaxy and stopped here for a bite to eat

[verse 2: bukshot]
just like blade you only need a bloodbath
bullets spray and then we dump rats
only hug from the front, no touchbacks
eight legged freaks and whipsticks in our lunch sacks
what i really need is you understanding me
when i’m stressed out i may shoot weapons frantically
waving blades randomly plus i got punchlines
we’re super duper famous now, we’ll have a fun time
chainsaw revving up, rum rum!
with no plans of letting up, better run run
no friend zone, touch someone
and i won’t stop cutting ’em up ’til i’m all done
[chorus: bukshot]
there’s a presence of darkness crawling on me
crawling on me, crawling on me
sins of the heartless falling on me
falling on me, falling on me
i can taste the vengeance in my t–th
go ahead and breathe, it’s what i need
no face, take ’em out in one sweep
i make ’em bleed, it’s what i need

[verse 3: whipstick]
i got a faucet and i’ll spike it through your toupee
doomsday destruction, i’ll pack the pain in your suitcase
i’m kicking through your living room like i was liu kang
while screaming, “oh yeah! oh yeah!” call me kool-aid
handcuffed in a lawn chair, you can’t stand up and it’s not fair
but the band saw will cut your hands off
while i dance, off in a tall mirror
pageantry with severed heads and catastrophes of mescaline
half of me only wants you dead, the other wants your next of kin (b-tch!)
p-ssy rappers want some static ’til it’s time to happen
slashing through the foes with axes, stack ’em in them open caskets
listen closely while the ghosts record the voice and cast it
back into the void with maggots thrashing through the broken blackness
whoa! that’s a lot of blood, bro
when we cut through the arteries targeting the blood flow
whoa! that’s a lot of blood, bro
when we rip through the jugular f-cking up your horoscope
[chorus: bukshot]
there’s a presence of darkness crawling on me
crawling on me, crawling on me
sins of the heartless falling on me
falling on me, falling on me
i can taste the vengeance in my t–th
go ahead and breathe, it’s what i need
no face, take ’em out in one sweep
i make ’em bleed, it’s what i need

- bukshot

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