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letra de sunday's best - illtrix

[intro: doc gruesome]
yeah! huh! ayy!

[chorus: doc gruesome & lil manyak]
b-tch we pop out! anywhere that you be at
watch out! send a hollow through your ski mask
drop out! f-ckin’ up since i’m a demon
never clock out! makin’ paper, heartless fiends, b-tch (yuh!)
we caught you b-tches slippin’, you f-ckin’ with morticians
and if you think you’ll make it out, you can keep wishin’
you see us ridin’, better wear a f-ckin’ vest
all around and we gon’ put you in your sunday’s best

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
i stay dressed in my sunday’s best
with a noose tied tight right around my neck
b-tch my cadillac he-rs- got the lights inside
double cup half gone swervin’, doin’ 95
manyak on the side of me violently laughing
he’s slicing the throat of a b-tch namеd cassie
but never mind thе name, we ain’t come for that
we sacrifice a virgin in the middle of her cul-de-sac (sacrifice a virgin)
right outside her house, ain’t no going back
sh-t, i put the pistol to her temple, then i pulled it back and heard it crack (rah!)
sh-t i let it go, drop the body, then i roll (roll)
put a bullet in that ho, she lookin’ like a centerfold
church bells ring as they lay you to rest (lay you to rest)
choir boys sing as they wish you the best (wish you the best)
couldn’t show your face ’cause i left that sh-t a mess
but your body stay dressed in your sunday’s best
[chorus: doc gruesome & lil manyak]
b-tch we pop out! anywhere that you be at
watch out! send a hollow through your ski mask
drop out! f-ckin’ up since i’m a demon
never clock out! makin’ paper, heartless fiends, b-tch (yuh!)
we caught you b-tches slippin’, you f-ckin’ with morticians
and if you think you’ll make it out, you can keep wishin’
you see us ridin’, better wear a f-ckin’ vest
all around and we gon’ put you in your sunday’s best

[verse 2: lil manyak]
we all gathered here on this momentous occasion
to see a f-ckboy who thought cerberus was playin’
we comin’ for your b-tch ass while you still here prayin’
but he ain’t helpin’ sh-t when we pull up to sayin’
i’m sick of it, everybody steady talkin’ sh-t
then they wonder why we be droppin’ bodies in grave pits
hold your tongue, save it, you can still get gutted
save your entrails for spells for the coven
and we love it! sh-t, at least i do
we be strollin’ in the he-rs-, doc picks a view
we can take ’em back to the spot, blast ’em with a glock
toss ’em in the pot, stir ’em up like some crack rock
the best part, we can dig at any time
but we pick one at dusk only when the moon shines
the world’s protestin’ me, homie, i’m not at my best
which explains why all you people in a sunday’s best
[chorus: doc gruesome & lil manyak]
b-tch we pop out! anywhere that you be at
watch out! send a hollow through your ski mask
drop out! f-ckin’ up since i’m a demon
never clock out! makin’ paper, heartless fiends, b-tch (yuh!)
we caught you b-tches slippin’, you f-ckin’ with morticians
and if you think you’ll make it out, you can keep wishin’
you see us ridin’, better wear a f-ckin’ vest
all around and we gon’ put you in your sunday’s best

- illtrix

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