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letra de fubar! - dead whores

[verse 1: haunted palace]
mephistopheles lil b-tch he’s creepin’ in my dreams
blood it’s f-cking dripping off the broken window seam
je just saw the laser didn’t hear the bang
everybody die when the demon start to rave
k!lled my f-cking b-tch yeah i just shot her in the brain
dealing with the devil flush my soul right down the drain
all i sees game over when you come into the frame
put it in her b-tt, and when she say she love me yeah it makes me wanna cut
heart is made of rust
i don’t really love you i just wanna f-ck you up
assortment of the drugs
genocide up in my mind lil b-tch you will get f-cked
all black jeep, spirits of the haunted palace manifest for me
use my f-cking body steal my energy
in the name of asmodeus we calling out to thee
steal ya f-cking soul behind lock and key
chained right to the beast
eat your f-cking thoughts and steal your memories
in the pits of tartarus black flames they burn so deep
and if you try to sleep, little demons creep up and they gnawing on your feet
sin is f-cking cheap when you’re marked by the beast
infantile feast, blood all on the streets
from the motherf-cking freaks, and if you don’t love me, b-tch i will kidnap you
take you to my room, it’s her f-cking tomb
stab her with a needle put a virus right in you
don’t f-ck with the purch cause he is feeling blue
pull out f-cking buckshot and he put two right in you
we k!lling f-cking everyone, they scream like what we do
i’m brewing curses in my room
end my f-cking life lil b-tch i’m feeling you
infecting all you dreams lil b-tch
aye aye aye aye ahhhhhhhh
[verse 2: kyd purch]
he saying sh-t
imma f-cking murk him quick
hes a p-ssy and a player
i might f-cking k!ll his b-tch
i ain’t done now
he just run out
imma drop him in a ditch
b-tches asking for the sitch
i can tell they bouta snitch
they like purchy are you hurting
im like his life isnt worthy
imma take it with a .30
wash it down all with a percy
i f-ck his b-tch any yeah she perky
he finna die he seem so chirpy
i dont care if hes so burly
he just seems so f-cking thirsty

[hook: kyd purch & haunted palace]
on god i might start a f-cking war yuh
on god i might start a f-cking war yuh
grab guns were gonna f-cking rattle doors yuh
grab guns were gonna f-cking rattle doors yuh
on god i might start a f-cking war yuh
on god i might start a f-cking war yuh
grab guns were gonna rattle doors yuh
grab guns were gonna rattle doors yuh
[verse 3: kyd purch]
he seems peachy use a ouija
imma pray i give him death
on my life and own his own
imma murk his f-cking set
he call me p-ssy now im lurking
i put twenty on his head
i want him dead and nothing less
check the massey district
b-tches p-ssy and theyre rushing
caught his homeboy in the chest
i ain’t waiting i ain’t patient
but you p-ssys still test
imma f-cking burn your trap house
and then ill take the press
imma f-cking burn your own house
make your family stressed

- dead whores

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