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letra de bury you in my backyard - cult activity

[verse 1: razakel]
razakel, her name be six feet deep but not left in peace
i’m k!lling ’cause i’m obsessed with the deceased
life’s a disease and i am the cure
cleanse you with death, i’m making you pure
rest assurеd, if you f-ck around you’ll get buried alive undеrground
no one inch punch gonna save you now
no escape, lost, not found
last sound that you’ll hear is the fading of your beating heart
call me pinhead as i slowly tear your f-cking soul apart
raising h-ll, i’m razakel
watch yourself, be alarmed
texas to wisconsin, we leaving trails of graveyards
[verse 2: damien quinn]
you’ve got some f-cking attitude so i made you our food
buried you under the moon while i was eating shrooms
why build you a tomb when i consume your soul anyway?
what the f-ck’s a grave but a place to rot our days away?
i can’t see your corpse decay so i’m gonna save you
dig you back up and try to embalm you
keep you in my dungeon where you can’t make a sound
my backyard, next burial ground on the devil’s side of cavetown

[verse 3: smallz one]
there was an infestation of maggots inside my house, where they came from?
they’re leading me right to the backyard to a bl–dy pile in the dirt where i laid some
pieces of him and some pieces of her and i stacked them all up and then put ’em in earth
put in the work
murdering, making ’em reap like the day of that birth
sh-t doesn’t hurt but my blisters explode
digging these holes, this shovel is old
and i think it’s cold, yes
but the stories from these are the greatest ones told
sitting around, plotting and laughing
talking ’bout where in the f-ck we put grass in
right over you and no plot and no casket
this is your burial, straight up cult fashion
[verse 4: s.a.w. da ghozt]
the building is gone, the bodies are burnt
turn ’em to ashes and swipe ’em in urns
i am a ghost but seen as a god
straight out of wisco, i’m wearing your skin
life is so tragic, we’ll try it again
f-ck all your friends, they live in my walls
holly is dead and her sis on my b-lls
she’s laying out back ’cause she’s missing her jaw
i keep the bones and turn ’em to weapons
sharpen ’em up and cut your mid-section
helps with aggression, it’s my profession
digging a hole for your soul and your brains
it eases my tension, it helps with the pain
i dig in the rain, i creep through the mist
lay with the worms if you making me p-ssed
bleed on your grave from the slice in my wrist

[chorus: s.a.w da ghozt]
bury you in my backyard
f-ck everything that you said to me
bury you in my backyard
let the maggots feast as you rest in peace
bury you in my backyard
f-ck everything that you said to me
bury you in my backyard
let the maggots feast as you rest in peace
[verse 5: scum]
we were close but i couldn’t be much closer
i suppose i never realized how much i missed
you until i brought your
body, head, and rot ya
buried in my yard, a shallow grave in which i p-ss
as i have my morning cigarette
and every night you’re always in my sight
you’re underneath a mound
every time i’m dreaming i can hear her screaming
like the way you scream when you was getting disemboweled
ain’t no motherf-cking love in my heart like there is no keys in a homeless person’s pocket
from the start, even when i made this plan
even if i knew how it would end
would be the first to knock it
’cause decomposition stinks and the heat and decay and rotten meat under the dirt is pungent
don’t regret taking her life but shoulda dug a little deeper
or just keep her on a hook up in a dungeon

[verse 6: bl–dy ruckus]
digging up a hole for your punk ass
and i’m stabbing you in the f-cking neck with a broken plunger
choking on the blood like a ritual dove
we make her eye the center bullet right in front of your mother
cover the head up with the shovel knowing that i end up dead
we’ll never give a f-ck and leave your drowning b-tch in urine
i’m a menace and a schizophrenic psychoparalytic
heavy amount of dun-dun-dun before the sh-t that keep you fearing life
beam with a full magazine
turn the whole entire body into swiss cheese
come around here, get your f-cking ass creased
pulling out my d-ck, pull it baby, pull my piece
and n0body ever gonna find your corpse
sh-tting on the dead with no remorse
mark of the beast when i feast on your flesh
and the beat
you can see from the facts that they die by force

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