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letra de horns - doc gruesome

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
witching hour i awake and shoo the spiders from my face
black sheep, know my family is a disgrace
i’m in the backseat with a bad b-tch around my waist
but i still feel uncomfortable, no b-tch can take my pistol place (nah)
in the belly of the beast i been praying for death
but they can tell i’m a devil by the sulfur in my breath
i carve pentagrams into the chest of the innocents
to a different chord i proclaimed all my innocence
b-tch i’m gonna be the omen that you never seen
a sacrificial ritual say it to make the world clean
coming around the corner clipped your partnеr with a red beam
ar-15 turn your face to a sixteen (uhh!)
b-tch i ain’t afraid of dеath
instead i welcome that sh-t, let’s all see what comes next
follow me into the shallow abyss
and i promise you peace, it’ll find you dead quick
never affiliate with you fake-ass b-tches
leave a cold case for anybody want to ride witcha
hit a bullseye in the ride, godd-mn ringing
now you’re bullseye, dead guy, left at a lingering rot

[pre-chorus: doc gruesome]
i have these h-rns that always grow inside my head
and i can’t find another demon i see with a problem quite like mine
[chorus: doc gruesome]
crucifix inverted on my pistols
triple six i rock until my lid close
mortuary, i’m living with all my kinfolk
trapping out the back to the spirits of all the k!lled folk
ride in a he-rs- with my people, i bent on a hex that done curse a few people
i cover in gas and i burn down the steeple
i’m here to show you the true essence of evil

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
i ain’t ever been a motherf-cker that done changed who i am for fear of being crucified (nope)
i would rather burn alive on the stake, be aligned with the greats, i’ll stab you b-tches in the eyes
serpentine, i come slithering through
into h-ll we emerge, what the f-ck you gon’ do
if i pull from the hip, then your life it is through
and any other motherf-cker that’s considered your crew
i’m sick of all the lies and the bullsh-t you spreading
if you spend your life in fear in hopes you make it to heaven
i got a bed made for you in a bottomless pit
religion is sh-t, oppression, it never quits
and how the f-ck you make excuses for a sick little b-tch
it’s how he preach about forgiveness while he touching your kids
i got a motherf-cking slug for anybody like this
and any motherf-cker lets him get away with this sh-t
it sickens me how you all falling for this
and you think that you saving me from the abyss?
when you constantly drunk and you beat on your kids
when you steal from the poor and you give to the rich
and these people here dying all because of this
but if your needs are met, you ain’t giving a sh-t
and it’s sad (and it’s sad!) so i obey the h-rns that show all of my sins
[pre-chorus: doc gruesome]
i have these h-rns that always grow inside my head
and i can’t find another demon i see with a problem quite like mine

[chorus: doc gruesome]
crucifix inverted on my pistols
triple six i rock until my lid close
mortuary, i’m living with all my kinfolk
trapping out the back to the spirits of all the k!lled folk
ride in a he-rs- with my people, i bent on a hex that done curse a few people
i cover in gas and i burn down the steeple
i’m here to show you the true essence of evil

- doc gruesome

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