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letra de class-a homicide - chuckklez

[verse 1: mista doesha]
murder is the only thing that makes this k!ller tick
mix the blood of every victim, make that color dark as sh-t
use the biggest bone to stir it ’til it’s thick as fossil fuel
got a bunch of brutal tools i use, i’m good at what i do
mister murder-every-motherf-cking-person-in-my-path
catch the deacon at the sunday service, off his f-cking ass (hope he pray)
never showing no emotion, never feeling no remorse (none)
make a sculpture of my victim’s skulls, display it on my porch
every second i’m awake, all i think about is murdering (yes)
burn ’em in they sleep, in the morning, k!ll they next of kin (yes)
i wonder why this happening, the mist is all evaporating
the visions and the voices get to laughing while it’s happening
the blood is making pictures of my victims from the past
took a bath in it and bask in it and drank it from a flask (good)
i was twelve when i was introduced to murder, homicide
through the years i practiced arson and to hide a body right

[chorus: chuckklez]
we will never hesitate to spill your f-cking brains out
just to get to where we are by showing y’all n-ggas what we’re all about
causing devastation through every single haters ways implied
did you ever notice this is class-a homicide?
we’re the real examples of what your nightmares are truly made of
as we snuff you out for good without showing no f-cking love
stacking up the bodies through every city on this murder ride
did you know that gruesome takes a class-a homicide?
[verse 2: chuckklez]
murder, murder, murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
is what these demons keep on singing to use me against my will
truly hypnotizing to the point i’m about to snap upon you lame-ass motherf-ckers
and once i do it’s finally your final rap
as i carve this blade into your face so you can feel some pain (yeah)
slice it across your jugular, watch the crimson f-cking rain (yeah)
my mission is to bury all you n-ggas until there’s nothing left
to satisfy the urges, i’m the living, breathing, walking dead
your hoe-ass ain’t no competition to cut me off in my f-cking lane
shoulda known it was a big mistake, now you’re nothing but a f-cking stain
soaking down my shirt until there’s blood all over my favorite chucks
i have a little wicked touch where you slowly die for zero lunch
remove the entire head so i can add it to my private stash (ooh)
with the rest of these other c-nts who got it dirty with a brutal slash
not a f-cking thing can stop my sickness from within
so go ahead and try me n-gga, you shall be mangled for all your f-cking sins

- chuckklez

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