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letra de diced remains - grewsum

[chorus: grewsum]
oh, the feeling is right when i be holding you tight knowing i’m taking your life away (taking your life away)
let me show you what it’s like to be up under the knife
hoping you learn to just like the pain (learn to like the pain)
this is an end to the night, slowly i cut and i slice, learning what your stomach might contain (what it might contain)
nothing about it is nice, the terror runs through your mind because you know you’re only meaning’s from some diced remains

[verse 1: grewsum]
i don’t leave the parts, i eat ’em or i keep ’em on the wall
i don’t even need a reason, lеave ’em bleeding with the saw
i’m a crеature, i’m a heathen and i’m lethal with assaults
deeper than the woods i’m creeping, if i see you there, it’s on
classic horrorcore, massive slash, open your torsos like an open door, organs splashed on the floor
morbid mortician known to just adore the gore
leaking more and more, fluid’s pouring out an open sore
a titan lichen, mighten minds like mike and ike’s and try to line ’em up inside my giant lions den, admire them
and then i’m michael myers, giant pliers and a tire wrench
twist and tighten wires, when they’re tighter you expire, then
set fire to the evidence entirely
i’m in dire need to see you liars dying violently
i’m at the highest peak in my genre
and when i release songs, you aren’t supposed to like me at all like the iron chic
[chorus: grewsum]
oh, the feeling is right when i be holding you tight knowing i’m taking your life away (taking your life away)
let me show you what it’s like to be up under the knife
hoping you learn to just like the pain (learn to like the pain)
this is an end to the night, slowly i cut and i slice, learning what your stomach might contain (what it might contain)
nothing about it is nice, the terror runs through your mind because you know you’re only meaning’s from some diced remains

[verse 2: f. dux]
motherf-cker, i run sh-t like a clydesdale (right)
should i k!ll you, might as well, i’m high as h-ll (woo)
i k!ll my victims in a trailer that’s wide as h-ll
he screamed “ah, that cut’s big”
i said, “yeah, that might swell” (woo)
he tried to fight and yell
come die and go to h-ll (uh huh)
he lied confined in death, i want his brain cells (uh huh)
i wanna see his large intestines open up (uh huh)
i wanna see him scream and squirm
i wanna see just what he ate for lunch (ahh)
a b-tter knife that’s sharpened down to a shank (shank)
once i put the sh-t up in you, your nervous system must go blank
then you slowly faint, that’s when i get my last slice
f-f-f-f-f-fm, yeah that sounds nice
i’m michael myers as a younging, i’m f-cking bugging
you’s a broken troop as i plug it up in your f-cking stomach
i flee the scene, pick up grewsum and we out this b-tch
and catch a flight to canada to meet up with the lunatic
[chorus: grewsum]
oh, the feeling is right when i be holding you tight knowing i’m taking your life away (taking your life away)
let me show you what it’s like to be up under the knife
hoping you learn to just like the pain (learn to like the pain)
this is an end to the night, slowly i cut and i slice, learning what your stomach might contain (what it might contain)
nothing about it is nice, the terror runs through your mind because you know you’re only meaning’s from some diced remains

[verse 3: j reno]
i got a table saw, a hacksaw, a chainsaw, saw-saw, buzzsaw, handsaw
finna saw all y’all body parts all off
slow as possible so that you understand i hate you
it’s my only option, no, you won’t see a coffin
more like you ain’t costing those glad bags, spread around the entire province, no
i cannot stop it, though i’ve tried many times
i always end up with a body and a body is harder to find
diced up and separated
never leave entire corpse
evidence, they’ll find the source and trace it back to you of course
the cops will come with violent force
i simply avoid them as i’m chopping up the body and torching the f-cking house i’m in
expert with sharp edges and long blades
i got a deadly slice of her fingertips, it be a long day
i’ll probably chop your body from the feet up
cause i want you to feel every second of your death before you leave us

- grewsum

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