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letra de he had it comin' - fukkfaace

[intro: aubrey plaza, arin hanson]
it’s like a weird thing where it’s like, i hear
i hear this so much that i alm- i want to stab you
i want to stab you, and i would
oh my god! holy f-ck! what the f-ck? god d-mn it!

[verse 1: xminusx]
hey, come and get your boy, ’cause he’s about to get wrecked
steppin’ to the wrong crew, b-tch, we’ll break his f-ckin’ neck
he better mind his p’s and q’s, we’ll stomp him out, it’s how we do
he’ll be nothin but bl–dy mush all over my shoe
but he kept talkin’ sh-t, wouldn’t ya know?
even though we tried to tell him how this was gonna go
but when you force our hand, you can catch these fists
straight to your face, and wе’ll kick your ass, you little b-tch

[verse 2: gristle]
i bashed his face in, it fеlt great on my fists
blood up to my wrists, and i’m not even p-ssed
i take my knife out, and it’s lookin’ for some fun
so i slice him up and down like a hot dog bun
you’d think that’d make him quit, but he’s nothin put persistent
he should be passed out cold on the cement
but he’s talkin’ sh-t, still comin’ at me
so i’m ’bout to f-ck him up like bob barker did happy
[interlude: arin hanson]
oh f-ck, what’s happening? what is happening?
oh god! what the f-ck?

[verse 3: xminusx]
i kicked him in the b-lls so hard that they popped out his ass
now he busts a f-ckin’ nut every time he pass gas
and he cums so much, he should probably thank me
but he’ll never get a girl, his sh-tty b-lls are so stanky
and he’s gotta be careful, ’cause he’s pr-ne to infection
just two b-lls hangin’ with no protection
and in the front, an empty bag, like yo mama’s purse
he should just be glad i didn’t put him in a he-rs-

[verse 4: gristle, xminusx]
high five, tag me in to finish the job
i’m goin for his heart, sacrifice to kali ma
the end is coming near for this stupid little b-tch
his heart in my hand as i roll him down a ditch
aw dude, what the sh-t, what the h-ll, what the f-ck?
sorry man, had to let him know what was up
so he’s dead? yeah, he’s dead! what, again? yeah, again
i guess he had it comin’, now what about his friends? ooh

[outro: arin hanson, aubrey plaza]
you failed me, everybody failed me
they all failed me! there’s nothing! there’s nothing for me here!
f-ck, f-cking sick
you are all sick
sick little babies, and you all need to be stabbed

- fukkfaace

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