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letra de duality - envy black

[intro]
mhm
(-cackling-)
shut the f-ck up
ahem

[verse 1]
sorry i told you to off yourself, i’m just a little awkward
i meant to tell you you can nap forever inside a coffin
to cease the bark from your f-cking head, i’ll be ripping off it
buddy, i lack remorse, escape for you ain’t a f-cking option
and you were lacking the aforementioned to start with
you’re stressing me out and stabbing you seems to be my catharsis
i’m blowing off steam
venting with envy just got an r rating
gnarly how i riddle you, gut you and leave it all hanging. (sh-t, dude.)
f-ck it, no etiquette, i’m a rude boy
if i am a dog, then your flesh resembles a chew toy
sacrilegious acts on your carc-ss’ll bring me new joy
and then i’ll save your face for a snack, but catch me after the fact
lip kissing with mentally sick b-tches
an inch from the part-tion but partner, forget a limousine
stagecoach with viscera stains, fill it with corpses, bruh (f-ck)
nothing gets me stiffer than rigor mortis, huh?

[hook]
wooo!!
nothing gets me stiffer than rigor mortis, huh?
haha! yeah
you think you’re funny, boy? you think you’re funny? (yeuh.)
nothing gets me stiffer than rigor mortis, huh?
haha! yeah
you think you’re funny, boy? you think you’re funny? (yeuh.)

[verse 2]
dead kellies, address my closet for skeletons
mad eloquence when k!lling the comp, i’m in my element
power gap, scour the room to find the elephant
looking for his mind but no telling just where the h-ll it went
evidently it’s not enough to speak of greatness
by any means, i’ma take it whether you like it or not
could give a f-ck who i affect with my antics
you have complaints? then i can call you an ambulance
manic sadom-s-ch-stic f-ck with murder fetish, that’s me
save your f-cking prayers, man, your days have been numbered, you see?
f-ck around with blades and you’ll get cut like some b-tter and bleed
i’m bathing in your blood to keep me young, no bathory, b-tch
moniker’s wrath, remember it
(-tortured screams-)
(-maniacal laughter-)

[hook]
your life’s a joke, i’m the punchline
you think you’re funny, boy? you think you’re funny, huh?
yeah, haha!
nothing gets me stiffer than rigor mortis, huh?
you think you’re funny, boy? you think you’re funny, huh?
haha! yeah
nothing gets me stiffer than rigor mortis, huh? (yeuh.)

- envy black

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