a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de luv 2 kill (creep mix) - donnie menace

[verse 1: scum]
lsp and you know we got that rough sh-t
p-ssies getting stabbed with the machete, it’s that snuff sh-t
yo, it’s tough sh-t if you go handcuff sh-t
after all of us done hit that b-tch cuz we don’t love sh-t
since we had it, you can get it, get your cape on
if we let it happen, got the circle rape on
videotape that shows her swimmin’ in our s-m-n
beat it up so hard we left the p-ssy f-ckin’ steamin’
scheming bible thumpers never catch me sober
save yourselves and i’ma slowly catch a crowbar
though i’m russian quit your hunt for thе red october
her blood will spray don’t throw away your lifе like that revolver
that i’m buckin’, motherf-ckin’ everyone with
puttin’ a hole in all of those you cowards run with
have some fun with body mutilation
nodding on the bl–dy murder spree across this nation
[chorus: scum]
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
off they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to k!ll
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
cause you’re sick in the head and you love to k!ll

[verse 2: insane poetry]
i am the author of this violent art, bringin’ snuff reels to life
from out the dark i yield a knife sharp enough to k!ll your wife
i’m one half of the unsubs, the butcher brothaz
got your ice cold heart like the ground i’m ’bout to put you under next to a secluded dumpster
i got the appetite to k!ll, i can’t produce the hunger
the truest hunter with ice picks i use to puncture
your little friend ’til he’s lifeless, you foolish youngsta
so make my motherf-ckin’ day, we some gruesome f-ckers
that’ll crack your vertebrae
lsp the reason why we increased the murder rate
you f-ckers gonna learn today
we dumpin’ gasoline on bodies, light the match, watch ’em burn away
everything turns to rage
my blood boils when i’m locked in
a lion to an antelope, fresh meat done dropped in
if i don’t get you my brother will
we both got the sensation for appetite and we love to k!ll
[chorus: scum]
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
off they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to k!ll
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
cause you’re sick in the head and you love to k!ll

[verse 3: mr. grey]
grey, scum, and cyco walk into a bar
drunk off jägermeister, stumblin’ out of a stolen car
us three scumbags done come real far
from our first six tees, wrap you in this clean murder scene
this is my soundtrack to snuff you clownfish
i’ma gut you, cut you into pieces, duffel bag stuff you
i’m vicious and visceral, i whip you with my pistol
antichrist superstar, not even momma gonna miss you
i’m a gorilla for rilla and if i’m seeing red
then, hey sh-t, i’m a k!ller
lsp said “let’s ride!”
done deal, sealer
they my dog dawgs, we all super feline
i’m a-i’m a bully on your street
i wanna knock your block off
getting cold-c-cked is better than a sawed-off
i never gave or had a single f-ck
so f-ck you, f-ck off c-nt, get snuffed (get snuffed!)
[chorus: scum]
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
off they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to k!ll
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
cause you’re sick in the head and you love to k!ll

[verse 4: donnie menace]
give me a butcher knife, i turn into a f-ckin’ fool
i love to k!ll like a r-t-rded person loves to drool
indestructible, i can touch the untouchable
run up, get cut up, and end up smothered in your own bl–dy pool
you got a gun to shoot?
f-ckin’ cute, i’ll pop you with your own gat
sit your body up and smoke a blunt with you
mass murder you whack herds for something fun to do
massacre with a chainsaw at the mall in my underoos
why you wanna f-ck around when i’m vicious?
i’ll crack your skull in half in your own house with your dishes
doubt that i’m trippin, i’m poundin’ and clippin’
do this louis c. k. style, put a thing out on you b-tches
it’s lames down and creeps up
the whole squad’ll murder you on tape, b-tch, call that team snuff
lame n-ggas ain’t gettin’ sh-t but they frame is
and i love to k!ll and i don’t give a f-ck like a rape victim

[chorus: scum]
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
off they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to k!ll
if you don’t give a f-ck, don’t pretend you do
pull the gun, ask his son, where you running to?
put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
cause you’re sick in the head and you love to k!ll

- donnie menace

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS