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letra de plainfield, wisconsin - ​hooligan chase

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was he a good guy?
oh yeah, he’s a good guy
then bury him

skellies in my closet, couple bones in my dresser
my name is bein’ spoken, i’m succumbin’ to the pressure
i scheduled my demise, when i suffer you feel pleasure
layin’ in your bed, let’s convert it to a stretcher
dissolve into a spirit and i linger in the cellar
lackin’ serotonin, it’s too low for them to measure
dustin’ off a ouija board and jottin’ down the letters
the mеssage is “you not alone”
trust me, you was nеver

i’m in, carcosa
the black pearl, b-tch it’s, barbossa
i cast spells if you, come closer
heemeyer with the, k!lldozer
bayonettes, when we, red rover
mia wallace, nah she, malkova
them prop guns, you’s a, toy soldier
hill house, every, october
it’s not over

fillin’ up a urn on the mantle
take a bic to the wick, light a candle
under bridges with the homeless and vandals
really i be makin’ plans just to cancel
there’s a witch in the woods and i’m hansel
the faint cry of a banshee, a damsel
with my life on the line, i’ma gamble
in the kitchen, hide the stash by the campbell’s
you eat guts?
yeah
i like ’em

helter skelter
underground shelter
several missing persons in the mississippi delta
thought i was abandoned by the presence ’til i felt a
cold gust of wind, here’s that old rush again (ahh)

live and direct
dried off the flesh
“how they still alive?”, they survivin’ at best
bugs in my brain, flies in my chest
throwin’ on whatever when i’m high gettin’ dressed
dial up the priest, eyes wide, i’m possessed
this the wild west
sound like she obsessed
riverside junkies buggin’ out cookin’ meth
way out of control, in this house, i’m a pest
metallic taste, 25i (25i)
my frontal lobe dippin’ bye-bye (bye-bye)
i flip the bird when i drive by (drive by)
f-ck the rules y’all abide by (abide by)

stirrin’ up the pot, now it’s bubblin’, aye
they used to say my attitude was troublin’ aye
many men copycattin’ other men, wait
ask a cougar hunter, “where your mother been?”, hey
enterin’ the states and i’m smugglin’, aye
say you keep the piece but that’s puzzlin’, aye
you animal balloons and some jugglin’, aye
graveyard shift, get to shovellin’, aye
we’re dealing with sick people here, do you understand?
dangerously sick people!

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