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letra de entrails - guap sensei

[intro: guap sensei]
ahh, ahh (gore street)
ahh, ahh, ahh
ahh, ahh
ahh—
welcome to gore street, watch your f-cking back

[verse 1: guap sensei]
i tie him up like btk, i paint the walls, i made him spray
lil’ bro, he outside with this pole, we been outside collecting brains
i wanna see your entrails on the floor mixed up
throwing gore parties on the floor, gettin’ real buck
i like when your arms tied back, i like when your limbs are still
when i hear your f-cking voice, i gotta fight the urge to k!ll
it makes me want to take your head off, make it splatter, make it spill
better “smilе wide” like bissi said or it’ll spoil the mеal
[chorus: yaux]
entrails on the floor, make a right and turn on gore street
no one f-cking safe, they getting turned straight into mince meat
everytime they try to take me down, they f-cking miss me
i’m indulging in my sins, don’t need you to forgive me

[verse 2: yaux]
miss me? i’m back into your headsp-ce
head case, heart is freezing cold, it’s in a dead-state
yes, i love my choppa, but i don’t live in a red-state
been a couple months but in my nails, still got that red, ayy
i’m still scared of myself, i can feel my face melt
i’m still scared of myself

[chorus: yaux]
entrails on the floor, make a right and turn on gore street
no one f-cking safe, they getting turned straight into mince meat
everytime they try to take me down, they f-cking miss me
i’m indulging in my sins, don’t need you to forgive me

[verse 3: guap sensei]
heard you love your homie, go and dig him up
he was talking out his neck on gore street, now he a sitting duck
pop, pop, pop to his head, thought he could sit with us
you keep on complaining as if anybody gives a f-ck, just give it up
i tie him up like btk, i had to wrap him up
post a censored picture of his dead body, instagram mad at us (gore street)
posted with my chainsaw, go tell zuckerberg to, “suck my d-ck”
i got too much swag to throw away for all that sucker sh-t
cut her up and toss her, now i’m posted with another b-tch
how you getting cyber-bullied? drop your phone and cut your wrists
[verse 4: dekma]
мне до твоей хуйни нет дела
я снова проснулся и снова не чувствую тело
моё тело под землёй и мои ноги на воде
мне без разницы какой ты человек, я дарю смерть
я вытащил твои кишки за вселенские грешки
ёбаные дурачки, быстрее научитесь жить
снял твою кожу, надел, иду по подиуму
зацензурим кровь, продадим видео nickelodeon’у
я, твой отец, а ты взял мой стиль, патримониум
у тебя лишь два врага, gore street и агония
entrails on the floor, yes, i’m gonna get some more
если нас с тобой сравнить, то все увидят твой позор
entrails on the floor, yes, i’m gonna get some more
жёлтый пол резко стал красным, это типа светофор

[verse 5: guap sensei]
stop your f-cking wallowing, and sit up straight
i keep takin’ stabs to the back, but i’m still walkin’ straight
i know when i eat that other hands won’t be up on my plate
you can’t say the same about your set, i’d throw that sh-t away
just get away, posted at the cemetery and i got my d-ck out
necrophilia, i’ll dig up every body then i spill out
i love how it feels when there’s maggots crawling up inside it
i can’t hit if she ain’t dead already or if she isn’t dying
watch your body dissolve in the acid, like it’s science
ghost girl doin’ what i say, like i’m f-cking simon
play with me, i might get violent
cut her up and wipe the blood right off my eyelids
you could hear a pin drop, it’s getting silent
[outro: guap sensei]
moving, stop, stop—, whew
911, what’s the emergency—

- guap sensei

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