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letra de count my victims - crucified

[chorus – crucified]
b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
them b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
in a ditch they gon’ find all your limbs and a piece of your skin
for the repeated sin you get lost
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
in a ditch thеy gon’ find all your limbs and a piece of your skin
for the rеpeated sin you get lost
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
[verse 1 – crucified]
i’m diggin’ a hole with a shovel, they wanna be hopin’ and hollerin’ trouble, i’m one to get
soaked when they go with the devil, i’m one to be slaughterin’, i got the venom, he thinkin’ of
doubtin’ me, then they go follow him, breakin’ a bone when i hit ’em i get ’em, i’m walkin’
around with a mask, it ain’t halloween, thinkin’ of murderin’, i gotta k!ll ’em!
walkin’ up out to the building, i beat ’em up, better believe it, they coughin’ and bleedin’, i’m
makin’ it, better go take out your money, ain’t n0body gonna be able to make it out
tryin’ to figure out i’m ’bout to make it a massacre, makin’ ’em shoppin’, i’m murderin’
they don’t be knowin’ i’m rockin’ a wig, and they run but i’m ’bout to be choppin’ ’em, murkin’ ’em!
it’s gonna be poppin’, i’m comin’ and breakin’ ’em off in the party, if somebody droppin’ in
somebody wanna be f-ckin’ around in the cinema, dip out, then open the trunk and i’m
poppin’ they head when i’m droppin’ ’em dead when i got with the poppin’, i’m choppin’ and poison ’em
look at the hotness, i’m ’bout to be gone in a week, ain’t a problem, i’m ’bout to be solvin’ it
put ’em all up in a coma then put ’em all up in a coffin, i’m makin’ it obvious
thinkin’ of getting my ganja, they comin’ to muzzle, my god, i’ma cannibal all of it
thinkin’ of playin’, they comin’ and poppin’, i’m droppin’ em when i be feeling illogical
silly me, broccoli do it inside of me, had to be talkin’, you lookin’ all comical
look at the way they be thinkin’ about it, beginners, they wanna be one of my casualties
f-ck it, then follow me knowin’ you gonna be covered up, breakin’ ’em off with the better me
label it level up, parner, but gotta bust, sellin’ my soul to the company, gotta be
comin’ to murder it, gimme the dollar, ain’t n0body wanna get murked, don’t holla
pull up like out of a ship, better hand me the clip, i be packin’ a bit when i get with the
arrogance, i’m leavin’ no evidence of takin’ a b-tch right out of his
residence, the freakish terror never ends in this for talkin’ of-
fensive, hang on the f-ckin’ fence wherever the parents live
wicked, i’m ’bout to be comin’ to k!ll ’em, don’t wanna get bl–dy, i’m burning a wood but i
bet i’ma get ’em all, comin’ up, thinkin’ about it but feeling i should but i’m seekin’ it
back in the building a fully gon break all ’em up when i do what i do, when i break in ain’t
missin’ ’em, lookin’ at you, better run when intuitive, doin’ a move!
and they all finna be dyin’, they get it, man, then all their family cryin’
i bet you can tell they be thinkin’ of violence, i’m movin’ about it, i’m makin’ a riot
i’m wicked, i’m ’bout it, they wanna get tired, they look at the fire then bein’ real quiet
they give me the mic and i begin the choir, they give me the smoke and then give me the lighter!
[chorus – crucified]
b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
them b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
in a ditch they gon’ find all your limbs and a piece of your skin
for the repeated sin you get lost
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
in a ditch they gon’ find all your limbs and a piece of your skin
for the repeated sin you get lost
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft

[verse 2 – twisted insane]
i be leanin’ with the 40 bottle and the redrum
get in my pinto and hit ’em, i was on the frontline for the breadcrumbs
do you talk about it? better live it, i’ma get up, leave a n-gga head run
they don’t really want it with the sick, turn up into pitbull, they been done
chop a n-gga body in the river, cut ’em up just like manson
i’m runnin’ with a pistol, listen when it was all -whistle- they dancin’
they don’t wanna f-ck around and end up on the news, you lose, i’m askin’
who the f-ck wanna press their luck when i got a blade, you-you gashin’
run up on a n-gga, pistol-pistol when i ?dig it? back up into demon, ain’t n0body
dreamin’, hit ’em with the beam and put ’em in the back with that rat sh-t
they don’t wanna be the one to end up on the front page with a grenade
in your f-ckin’ throat he will never smoke when i burn ’em all up with the acid
homie, that’s it, ain’t n0body missin’ i’ma put ’em all up in a plastic
i’m a little bit different, i prolly get you a lil’ spooked out, no laughin’
crucified, tie ’em up, ’bout to be some fire, that’s no cappin’
everybody get they wig split, we get sick with mad sh-t
[chorus – crucified]
b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
them b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
in a ditch they gon’ find all your limbs and a piece of your skin
for the repeated sin you get lost
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft
in a ditch they gon’ find all your limbs and a piece of your skin
for the repeated sin you get lost
the b-tches gon’ talk really big till i split up they wig
i know they must have figured i’m soft

- crucified

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