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letra de the kirsten dunst experiment - darby o'trill & devereaux

[intro]
hahahaha, devereaux

[verse 1: darby o’trill]
i be the one creeping up out the marsh in the dark of the night, machete on my side
homicide on my mind, i’m the god of the fog, i’m the lord of the swamps, f-ck around and get snuffed
bodies get tossed in the lake, three letters hang off my chain
with an axe and a circular blade, f-ck around and get murdered today
who’s that vile crocodile smile wearing sack of sh-t?
you give me this, you little b-tch, i’ll bash your head in with a brick
human tips up in my clique, evil that control my limbs
wicked sh-t within my hands, master of dismemberment
concrete saw in the back of the whip, gas a b-tch up take them into your crib
break it, i’ll push it right into your ribs, this what you get for your idiot sh-t
make your body melt like you were sipping on some tenafly
took a lawnmower into a party, now i’m reenacting dead alive
[chorus: darby o’trill]
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
i don’t think it can be solved (na na na na)
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
f-ck the world i hate you all (na na na na)
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
i don’t think it can be solved (na na na na)
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
f-ck the world i hate you all (na na na na)

[verse 2: jigsaw k!lla]
slash gang!
do not offend me, i live for profanity
hands on your neck, got no love the black manatee
choking on water, your lungs gonna take it
dumping your body, the rest do not make it
the corpses are coming, the ravens are cawing
pieces are missing define where they’re not
n0body let me, can’t give you a sign
fingers are gone to the dogs they’re mauled off
doing my slasher sh-t, filet your skin and f-ck your b-tch
got me on my murder sh-t, people say i’m f-cking sick
bury the hatchet and snapping your prey
running with people who paying to rhyme
stacking up bodies, i’m filled up with rage
hacking your carcass and closing a cage
b-tch i got some problems, doctors cannot solve ’em
from the midwest side all the drugs i got ’em
b-tch i keep a blade close just in case i get the urge
get the urge to make your body leak, i need to see it ooze
[chorus: darby o’trill]
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
i don’t think it can be solved (na na na na)
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
f-ck the world i hate you all (na na na na)
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
i don’t think it can be solved (na na na na)
i’ve got a problem (ayy! na na na na)
f-ck the world i hate you all (na na na na)

- darby otrill devereaux

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