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letra de stabthatmotherfxckerintheface - pt. 2 - dieabolik the monster

[intro: dieabolik the monster]
yeah! yeah!…
look, ayy, ayy

[bridge: dieabolik the monster]
got out my bed and i’m back on my sh-t
(got out my bed and i’m back on my sh-t)
got the same plate that i had way back then
(got the same plate that i had way back then)
stored in the shed that was down by the swamp
(stored in the shed that was down by the swamp)
lookin’ for faces that cuts like a razor
and i will not stop ’til i’m cuttin’ it off

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
got the handle duct-taped like i’m tryin’ to keep it quiet
tell me how to keep it peaceful, i can only keep it violent
lookin’ at your face and b-tch, i wanna get inside it (ayy)
deep within your tissue like a looter in a riot (yah)
stab your f-ckin’ face while i raise the bar standard
ain’t even hit my final form but fire, b-tch, i’m charmander
world’s strongest rapper motherf-cker, i’m a bar bender
catch you by the neck and string ’em up like guitar center
catch your b-tch and stab her, i will stick her like a car fender
you just dress the part, you ain’t a k!ller, you a larp member
these bars will get you faded, underrated bar tender
paint the walls with your bloodshed, lookin’ like an art center
[pre-chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)

[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
stab that motherf-cker in the face (in the face, yah)
stab that motherf-cker in the face (in the face, yah)
stab that motherf-cker in the face (in the face, yah)
stab that motherf-cker in the face (in the face, yah)

[post-chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b-tch, get the out the way, get out the way
b-tch, get the out the way, get out the way

[verse 2: dieabolik the monster]
i’m bringin’ murder to yo city like a new shipment
this knife will [inch?] your face like it’s studio equipment
repossess your body, i am not talkin’ tow-trucks
slice your body meat and bag it up like some cold cuts
i don’t play no games but i’m all about my robux
i named this niña geno, when you hear it, get your soul touched
swingin’ but i’m missin’ your face like it’s an old crush
these rappers always up in their feelings and actin’ so sus
i tried to tell y’all that i’m cuttin’ everything with what i brung with me
stabbin’ everybody ’til everybody bleedin’ or the motherf-ckin’ cops come get me
tryin’ to get the body count and my lil ass city just sittin’ around, one-fifty (ayy!)
shrunken head a k!ller like a little militia
and i’ll be runnin’ with the gang that’s sickening (yo!)
[pre-chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)
b-tch, get the out the way
get out the way, get out the way (ahh!)

[post-chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b-tch, get the out the way, get out the way
b-tch, get the out the way, get out the way

- dieabolik the monster

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