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letra de unleashin demons - c-mob

[intro: c-mob] (reversed)
yeah, c-mob and dirty flint are [missing these?]
on all you punk motherf-ckers
happy halloween

yeah, they insulted dirty flint

[verse 1: c-mob]
i’m gon’ them 4-4’s bury a body up under floorboards
i got you not wanting to sleep at night
seek and stake and i’m taking them low dose
oh no
you crying
i got you so scared that you carry a crucifix
i figured that i have been losing it
ever since i was up in the uterus
women to s-m-n
mama was screaming
she was an angel my daddy a demon
so there’s no wonder why every time i lay down i sleep on my side and lay dreaming
thinking of thangs
crazy and strange
something that’s happening insidе of my brain
cause i keep thinking of ripping off heads
and chopping up bodies i’m going insanе
i’m outta control my heart has turned cold
i can see the fear inside your soul
put my pitchfork through your chest and then i’ll let death take its toll
tie your body to a pole
roll you over hot coals
let you sizzle for a minute then serve you ass rotisserie gold
time to have a murder meeting
mob and dirty flint is beating motherf-cker’s bl–dy
b-tch i’m nutty
going off the deep end
[verse 2: dirty flint]
creeping while you sleeping turning yo dreams into nightmares
throwing n-ggas head first from the top of the stairs
b-tch n-ggas be unprepared
unaware that i was there
a k!ller is in yo residence and i wanna see everybody dead
putting the strap to mommy’s head
filling that b-tch straight full of lead
grabbing the keys to the caravan
taking the bodies to no-man’s land
sinister like kevorkian
cause dirty flint don’t give a d-mn
draft you hoes like uncle sam and let the bullsh-t hit the fan
f-ck the judge and f-ck the man
all these hoes on the witness stand
here we go i got a plan lets act like this is b&m
snuff them snitches and they fam for f-cking with my k!ller clan
b-tches you know who i am
dirty flint the murder man
you can never understand the type of pain we have in store
have you bleeding blood the lord before you even hit the floor

[verse 3: c-mob]
i’ll chop your body up and then i’ll fry your flesh in fish grease
why this meat so soft and tender guess that’s cause it’s b-tch meat
i’m about to spit heat
burning b-tches to a crisp
throw em all in a pit whipping out my d-ck and then i’m taking the p-ss on they burnt up bodies
b-tch i’m naughty
showing disrespect
girls will think that they’re the best
i’ll rip they heart right outta they f-cking chest
f-cking pest
told you not to f-ck with murder menaces
i knew you just like cain and abel in the book of genesis
showing no repentance b-tch
i’m about to let it loose i throw you off the roof like omar epps
knock 2pac off and juice a k!lla has been introduced
hang a n-z- in the noose
soak a b-tch in gasoline
then light a match and cook his goose
now you wanna make a truce
cause you see my minds gone
i shove yo arm down in my meat grinder and get my grind on
pull the pin off the pinecone
blowing b-tches into bits
no you cannot f-ck with this
i’m having schizophrenic fits
[verse 3: dirty flint]
what you gon do
when them k!llers is in yo presence
you gon run just like a b-tch
cause you swinging them m-11s
then they screaming
1-8-8-7, 1-8-8-7, at yo melon
ain’t no telling where you headed
could be h-ll could be heaven
tell yo mama to call the reverend
cause we leaving yo body smelling
mob and flint we bringing the weapons
ripping you open cause an infection
chin checking these bullets wrecking
this tech gon teach you a lesson
throwing fame for the fist aggression
then they head in the old direction
if pain is love
then these slugs is pure affection
that wanna get in yo heart and rip it up into sections
i’mma athlete when it comes down to finger flexing
never alone, the chrome four pound is my protection

[verse 4: c-mob]
i rip out yo innards man and slice with scissor hands
chop up all your gizzards and
cook em in the dinner pan
so f-ck being the tripping man
i’d rather rip you apart than ask everybody do they want the white meat
or wait till i get to the dark meat
then i eat yo flesh when i get to the chest i slit through yo heart
then i watch the blood drain to your veins
in the same mothaf-cking vampire
ripping your body to pieces then pick em up and roast em over a campfire
you’s a d-mn lie
if you will talk about i will die easily
for every bullet that you pop at me at the least i’ll be unleashing three
all up in yo regency
do you really wanna see my demons flee
death is how my heathens be
so heaven’s how your breathing be
[interlude]
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[hook: dirty flint & c-mob] (x3)
we unleashing our demons leaving your families grieving
see mob and flint finna ride
and they satisfied till you’re screaming
we homicidally dreaming
can you survive in a season
put pillow cases over faces till these bodies stop breathing

- c mob

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