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letra de rotten 2 the core - craig scissorhands

[intro]
shock has never been this brutal
i’m gonna watch you die, over and over again. gore street motherf-cker
gore street

[chorus: craig scissorhands]
coughin’ tar up in the sink i hide the bricks under (bricks)
pop the glock, that sh-t disabled, i can’t stop the stutter (stutter)
throw that dumb f-ck in a bush like he from down under (down under)
i’d rather end my sh-t than be like all you clown suckers (blah)
just bite your tongue, you turn your back, you not my brother (back)
b-tch, don’t p-ss me off today, you might not see another (see another)
trash bags in the amazon list, i’m a real snuffer
w-with them shock fiends and i’m hoppin’ out the f-ckin’ gutter (ah)

[bridge]
you know you f-cking with them gory boys
this is a certified boss classic
jeez, it’s like he thinks i’m gonna shoot him

[verse 1: rejectedreyna]
decaying dirty body, sick and rotting off the bone
stick my fingers inside my ribs when i sit silenced all alone
when i’m alone, it speaks the most, inside my head there sits the host
cannot silence all commotion, grab my gun, drive down the road
i got an ar in my closet, i don’t need to grab a rope
use it on you then myself, gargle blood, breathe in, and choke
ash your body, grind up, smoke, give your dead mother a poke
i’m degenerate as f-ck, snort a hydro up my nose
[verse 2: craig scissorhands]
don’t love me? come and pop me
i’m the numba one shockfiend
duct tape and a trash bag
anything to not hear yo’ ass talking
shut up and stop screaming
if i didn’t make pape i would stop breathing
all you dumb motherf-ckers should stop breeding
if you don’t like our sh-t, you can suck p-n-s
hit your d-mn skull, got my knucks bleedin’
i’m so d-mn rotten, i cannot believe it
i got commas stocked in the fridge freezin’
i got h-lla rocks on the neck gleamin’
b-tch, i’m sippin’ tar, got the cup bleedin’
and i’m puffin’ smoke at the boss meetin’
sippin’ mad tar, can’t walk even
i’m on gore street when it’s shock season

[verse 3: luisproducedit]
kick the door in, watch your noggin pop
take the shotty off my back and shoot your mom and pops
take ’em all into bas-m-nt, k!ll ’em on the spot
hold a hostage, slit a throat, go ahead and get the swat
gun ’em down, it’s fully automatic
shooting bullets like a movie, b-tch, it’s cinematic
tossin’ sticks up in the air just like an acrobatic
when they land back in my hand, this sh-t is getting tragic
[chorus: craig scissorhands]
cou—, coughin’ tar up in the sink i hide the bricks under (bricks)
pop the glock, that sh-t disabled, i can’t stop the stutter (stutter)
throw that dumb f-ck in a bush like he from down under (down under)
i’d rather end my sh-t than be like all you clown suckers (blah)
just bite your tongue, you turn your back, you not my brother (back)
b-tch, don’t p-ss me off today, you might not see another (see another)
trash bags in the amazon list, i’m a real snuffer
w-with them shock fiends and i’m hoppin’ out the f-ckin’ gutter (ah)

[verse 4: k!lltak]
i can’t stand it, i can’t f-ckin’ think straight
i been off a pill for like 2 weeks straight
can’t think straight
walk up in the function, bad b-tch, yeah, she know my name
i walk up in the function with that k and f-ckin’ spark some flame
i’on f-ck with white hoes, kick ’em out the spot
posted up with hepta, all we do is f-ckin’ plot
posted on the couch, my head heavy and my chin locked
feel like max payne, i see them pills, you know i pop, pop

[verse 5: heptaknot]
get turned into a devourment bar
sippin’ bile with no chaser, it’s happy hour in this bar
there’s enough meat inside your mouth to add digits to your bmi
get your pickens of meat lovers or your deceased lovers on your pie and fries
up in smoke, very raw
i’m about my paper, boy
i get paid to dice you into pieces on my table, boy
castration is my game
feeding lames to their ladies and babies is my main thing
[chorus: craig scissorhands]
cou—, coughin’ tar up in the sink i hide the bricks under (bricks)
pop the glock, that sh-t disabled, i can’t stop the stutter (stutter)
throw that dumb f-ck in a bush like he from down under (down under)
i’d rather end my sh-t than be like all you clown suckers (blah)
just bite your tongue, you turn your back, you not my brother (back)
b-tch, don’t p-ss me off today, you might not see another (see another)
trash bags in the amazon list, i’m a real snuffer
w-with them shock fiends and i’m hoppin’ out the f-ckin’ gutter (ah)

- craig scissorhands

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