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letra de ammonium nitrate - hxlx

[intro: needleguts]
let’s do this
bang-bang-bang, bang hi-, bang hi-, bang-
it’s necrosociety
bang, his body droppin’
can’t see his head, i’ma stomp ’til it’s splattered
i end his life ’cause it don’t even matter
f-cking her face like she don’t even matter
we haunt, and k!ll, for the fun of it
like, glock, glock she all—
holy—
hahahahaha
good, bad, i’m the guy a gun
stop them
they’re k!lling everyone

[verse 1: hxlx & tsaruicide]
walk into the metro with the kevlar on my chest
7.62 leave your body to rest
all of my opps got bulletproof vests
k!lling my b-tch, i’m k!lling yours next
grabbing the shotgun under my desk
i got night vision inside of my mask
caught up a body and put it in a bag
unload the mag, i’m making him lag
b-tch, i be hittin’ the galaxy gas
f-cking her p-ssy, i’m f-cking her ass
b-tch i’ma pull up you sh-ttin’ yourself
i got the spas-12 up on the shelf
cutting the bodies, i’m loving the smell
dumping his body all the way down the well
pouring the acid, i’m making it melt
hit my b-tch like her dad with the belt
lil’ chemist, when i play with these potions
beheading my opps and i got no emotions
stacking the bands, you ain’t got no motion
posted on a boat, smoking on opium
nitrate, uh, mix it with the sodium
always the first on that f-cking podium
set you on fire with that rhodium
you disgust me, i’m feeling odium
[verse 2: needleguts]
bang bang bang, his body droppin’
can’t see his head, i’ma stomp ’til it’s splattered
i end his life ’cause it don’t even matter
f-cking her face like she don’t even matter
like, glock, glock, she all over my d-ck
she neck deep, she choking my d-ck
got big lips, they all over my d-ck
she swallow everything, my b-tch never spit
mdma, mix it with the k
repeat every day, you cannot relate
mdma, mix it with the k
repeat every day, you cannot relate, b-tch

[verse 3: hxlx & needleguts]
(turn this sh-t up, twin)
(turn this f-cking sh-t up)
(turn it up)
you can’t f-cking touch, i’m gonna make myself blow up
you be talking like a r-t-rd, boy, you better shut up
b-tch i’m pullin’ out the .45 and you get shot up
steppin’ on the bouncing betty, and you getting f-cked up
if you got a f-cking problem, boy, you better pull up
i’m just shooting faster, ’cause yo sh-t-ass gun jammed up
please, don’t k!ll me, don’t shoot, help me!
[outro: tsaruicide]
[?]
fatality
iraq, what the f-ck?

- hxlx

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