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letra de m3d1k2 - claas

[intro: claas]
this is godsynth!
yeah! you know what time it is! raaah! we k!lling everyone! this is that lsp sh-t! leggo! i got ’em sayin–

[verse 1: claas]
murder murder murder death k!ll k!ll
the sh-t we do ain’t basic, it takes real sk!ll
k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all
torture and mangle the bodies on purpose
bury ’em deep in a way they won’t surface
murder murder murder death k!ll k!ll
the sh-t we do ain’t basic, it takes real sk!ll
k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all
torture and mangle the bodies on purpose
bury ’em deep in a way thеy won’t surface
[verse 1: claas]
yeah! i am a k!ller, thеre ain’t no need to go give you instructions (yeah!)
f-ck introductions, i am that k!ller you don’t want to f-ck with (yeah!)
i am in love with cutting a body to leave it all bl–dy
yeah! you can press ain’t no one lucky
into a f-ckin’ hole i will be stuffin’
stabbin’ their stomach, motherf-ckers scream so that they shut up (shut the f-ck up!)
start at their feet then get to their neck leave ’em all cut up
you know what the f-ck’s up, it’s that snuff sh-t straight to your face (yeah! lsp!)
but in your case ain’t gonna stop me from sending your body away (nah!)
carve up a face, get a new blade, yeah, i’m making ’em pay (i’m making ’em pay)
sew their mouth up and ask ’em if they got sh-t to say
stick a screwdriver deep inside ’til it’s touchin’ brain
i’m screwin’ with their minds, you get it b-tch? we ain’t playin’ games

[chorus: claas]
murder murder murder death k!ll k!ll
the sh-t we do ain’t basic, it takes real sk!ll
k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all
torture and mangle the bodies on purpose
bury ’em deep in a way they won’t surface
murder murder murder death k!ll k!ll
the sh-t we do ain’t basic, it takes real sk!ll
k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all
torture and mangle the bodies on purpose
bury ’em deep in a way they won’t surface
[verse 2: claas]
yeah! this has been a long time comin’ (yeah!)
i’m just sad to leave everybody all dead (hahaha!)
watchin’ as they all start runnin’ (start runnin’)
ron burgundy, streets are running all red (yeah!)
with blood, i am not giving them love
i hit ’em all with a truck (all with a truck)
i am not giving a f-ck, i aim to puncture a lung (puncture a lung)
and you do not want it with me, a k!ller they saw on tv (ayy!)
i hope that i let ’em all bleed (ayy!), k!ll ’em all, calling it greed (ayy!)
i will crush all bones with a stiff pipe (yeah!)
bash in’ f-ckin’ skulls ’til i’m big time (yeah!)
you won’t remember me every time i commit crime
time to see me all on the screen in f-ckin’ big lights (ha!)

- claas

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